Horrible Day

It was not a good day.  Therapy was good...and then I took my car in the shop...called my dad and told him I needed a new car.  We had been talking about it for months.  He said I will probably get Johnny's old car...with 100,000 miles on it.  Had my ears checked...still ringing.  Then went into a serious, suicidal depression for about 3 hours.  Called my Dad cuz I needed someone to talk to or maybe I needed someone to bait and pull into my depression.  It didn't work.  Talked to Raoul, called my shrink, and eventually came out of it.  Just feeling down.