I don't know how to start this one, I guess I start off with that I've been on Prozac for two days now ( I know that isn't a long time), I'm not saying it isn't working but in the space of less than a day I've gone from feeling VERY disorientated and feeling like I was going to sink through the ground to completely flipping out because my mum and my sister were yelling at each other. I'm hoping that that was simply a one off. I can handle feeling like I'm going to sink through the floor even though I did burst into tears at the thought of getting stuck, but flipping my shit is another thing. I pride myself on being able to keep my cool in all kinds of situations so that pissed me off. I don't know. I'm feeling very drained. I have no energy whatsoever. I really hope this lets up soon. I just feel like I need to get away from everything, from family, from friends, from money, from work, from home and just so I can properly concentrate on ways to help me. I feel like I can't while I'm dealing with everyday, normal life because I'm always interrupted. By family, or by if I need to work etc. I feel like I'm going to explode. This morning my friend (who also has a history of very severe mental illness) said I was showing psychotic symptoms because I apparently kept going on and on about being watched and I was acting stranger than normal. I don't know if this the pills because it's only been two days or what. I guess I'll find out tomorrow. I don't want to wait for my therapy. I feel so out of it. I don't want to be constantly shifted around from therapist to therapist!! Why is it so hard for one therapist to help me?? It makes me feel so fucking inferior and shit when they do this. And just when I finally find somewhere that might keep me long term, they tell me I have to have two. I'm fucking stressed enough as it is without having to run around chasing two different therapists to tell them both the same thing. Fuck this all so pointless. All I want to do is tear my skin into pieces. To just shred it to the point of no-return. It will never look normal ever again. I mean fuck it's already getting there. Here mum, I probably need to be monitored. Because all I can fucking think about it slicing my own neck open. Or going for a walk in the middle of the night with a knife in case I get the urge. To just walk. What would actually happen if I just walk? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. ] Screw everything okay. I am seriously fed up of trying with this shit.