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I relized while reading my post that I down played the seriousness of that depression attack, honestly, probably the 2nd worst I've ever felt in my life. Because there was nothing. Not nothing, there was something, eating anything and everything inside. I didn't want it. I thougt back to how a friend negatively dealt with their pain, and considered it. It wasn't too bad, more of an experiment really, but it was bad enough. So, when I suddenly got flipped around, I was releived, excited, I wanted again. And most of all, I wanted to never feel that again. Which is why I went in for help. I'm not sure what will happen. I just need something to happen at this point. Also, apparently I'm starting to leave somewhat of an impression in this little blogging universe, or at least the places I stumble into