three for better days

one day, fourteen hours and ... 39 minutes before mapping, which will probably be treatment day #1.

since all I have managed to do for the past four hours is cry, when I should have been in class for the last 2.5, I am even more eager than when I was passively suicidal and just wanted anything at all to change.

With the Abilify raised, I can do some things, they're just not the right things. Schoolwork is coming up on over a month late for some stuff. How does one pass a PhD like this, I wonder? (They don't, says Intrusive Thought Voice.)