Going to my therapist. I never called the Nurse Practitioner ("Psychiatrist) they tried to hook me up with. Therapy didn't help and I think she knew that. And the other doctor, good riddance. I will never have a doctor continue a practice on me if my appointment gets cancelled on the day of because of your child. I know, blah blah I am a grumpy childless person but you have NO right to tell me that I am wrong because the societal pressure to have kids has infected your brain and expected you to become apart of the sheep. But as a doctor you should give your life to your practice. Not neglectfully ignore people that were just trying to get help and see what the fuck is going on in my head. The depression is a void and the anxiety is my ball and chain. But over all I feel like any progress I thought I made didn't matter because at the end of the day, I still have no regard for myself. I could die at any point and that would be that I just don't have time to fantasi...