I had been holding out hope that going to the psychologist today would help, but it didn't. the anti-depressants aren't working and taking seroquel to sleep isn't working either. I am going to be fine through the weekend because halloween parties sound like a great reason to get trashed. I just don't know if after this weekend i am going to hang in. I told the therapist about the suicidal ideation, but she seemed to blow it off. Saying that she hoped i didn't do it. I hate me, I hate my life. I hate dealing with flashbacks and being so depressed and anxious all ofthe time. I want to die to make everything stop. I want to so much that it hurts. I feel so alone in this.