Late night/early morning update: I’m back home after the hospital trip. Nothing has changed from a depression standpoint other than telling my current situation to three different members of the staff and then being deemed “not a danger to himself or others.” Now I’ll get some sleep before seeing my psychiatrist in the morning and hopefully returning to the medication that did wonders for me previously. Or maybe even multiple medications; I don’t know. After that, it’s the therapist. My hope is to enter into an intensive outpatient treatment plan in the next two weeks and start working on issues that have been building up for a very long time. I guess all I can say until those appointment times arrive is, “Go Panthers!” No, that’s not all I can say. I can also say life sucks, which I’m really feeling hardcore right now for many different reasons. Luckily, I’m too tired to give a damn about that fact.