One more thing...therapy

I asked Cherie's mom if she would ride with me to pick Cherie up, mainly because she's great to talk to when I'm feeling disturbingly depressed--she's been through it all and has a mountain of advice and encouragement. She gave me a business card for the county-operated mental health service provider she uses...a therapist for the talking and a psychiatrist for the pills, and they work with people of limited means and/or insurance. I'm gonna see about setting up an appointment or two when I have a weekday off (probably next week at the earliest since I work straight through Saturday this week...ugh, another insane weekend shift!). It will be nice to start seeing a therapist again. My last one was a really nice guy, but I don't think he was probing the right corners of my psyche where the real crud has accumulated. Hopefully these guys will help me get my brain flushed out real good and I'll start feeling like a real human being again. That's a lot to hope for, but I always have dreamed big.