I am seeing a psychiatrist who tries to help me dealing with all the traumas my family had caused to me when I was younger. It sill affects my life and I am 37. At least, it explained why I wanted to die for the last 20 years. Now, after 1 year of treatment with high medication, he told me he is going in vacation. All right, I understand, but what about me ? I am not in a good shape enough to live without counselling for 2 months. I have been crying pretty much the whole weekend, because on top of that, my husband drives me nut. Fed up of my life.