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- Oct 4, 2019
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My social worker and psychiatrist decided to section me yesterday after a few weeks of outpatient therapy. I'm in a women-only floor and they all seem really sweet, though I haven't been interacting much due to social anxiety. What I'm now grappling with is this between state of wanting and to live and wanting to die. I guess I want to live, but I really can't find a reason to. It seems like I have so much work to do in order to be even baseline functional. This latest bout of depression has made me regress to a helpless, childlike state. I want to make the best of my time here, though. Not like I have anything better to do.