I hate to repeat what piglet was saying... but OMG... you have basically described my thoughts over the last couple of months. It seems like you can't think past that moment... tomarrow doesn't even exist. Hell, sometimes I don't even have the energy to change the channel on the TV

And then I'll have good days... where everything is great.

It's messed up, I know.

The hospital part is what scares me... deep down inside, I would love to be put in the hospital (no worries, no daily demands) but I'm so afraid of what everyone would think. I think talking it out helps alot