Venting My psychologist is the only reason why I'm willing to live a bit more

[tiltedcompass]

I don't really do anything with my life, I'm horribly anxious and depressed and go outside maybe once a week, maybe less. Ironically, my house feels like a prison full of negativity.

So knowing I'll be able to vent for a full hour to a stranger makes me a bit more willing to live. I'm not sure if it's hope, or maybe just an excuse for me to go outside as well but I like it even if this doesn't lead anywhere and end up ending it
I'll also see my psychiatrist next week so hopefully there's a change in meds. Not many suicidal thoughts but still attempted recently, let's see how that goes