Therapist

I got a new therapist today. I had to break her in. We talked a lot of things. Yes I'm depressed, but at least the meds help.

Don't know what I'd do without them. We talked about some wounds that I carry. I'm still shocked at the picture with Maya.

I just don't know the stranger in the mirror. It's still haunting me. I see the difference in the photos. I just do not look that sick. I guess it's part of AIDS.

The plus part is that my funeral is arranged. I'm just waiting to use this.

I do think about suicide a lot, now more than ever. I will not kill myself because I do not have the courage to follow through. And that depresses me even more.

But I move on.

Chiflado