It’s been a sort of week where I am just so damned sad that I don’t have my parents. I miss them always, but for some reason it is really getting to me this week. I wish I could talk to them right now about things that are going on in my life. I wish I could get their advice and perspective. Maybe, it is just because I am tired of fighting this battle alone. It probably is time for me to take a half day off to go and visit my therapist. I know I need to. I am getting worse. Much worse. I can tell by my blog posts. I can tell by the fact that I did not want to get out of bed today. It was painful to get out of bed today. I need to see my therapist. I need to talk to him about some things that have occurred lately. I need to talk to him about love. About finding love. About the meaning of love. I need to talk to him because I am just so damned sad. I wish I had someone here to talk to. Back to my therapist I shall go.