Trouble is where to start when you're in the middle. No.

Everything exhausts me. I spent the day running around from cafe to cafe, doing nothing but thinking, mostly to myself and my "visitors," the voices or "commanding thoughts" (reference: The Center CAnnot HOld). I went for a walking at the park, hoping for help, but the voices went with me. They were thick and strong there. Changing personas, ideas flying around as I huff with anxiety. I am unable, ripped from being able to do the smallest of things--but I fight that mentality. OR do I fall into it/

I fired a therapist, which I will probably end up going back to because I am left with few choices. No. Over a statement she doesn't remember making. d. She hurt me, and doesn't recall ever saying it. Not a little hurt mind you, but a big one. d.