Entry for November 12, 2007
Got a call from a therapist today. I won't be using him for my alcohol assessment. I am so fucking frustrated. I am close to saying fuck it, and quit trying to be honest. I snapped at my mother today, even though she's just trying to help. I owe her an apology tomorrow. I can feel the frustration, and hopelessness building. I never felt like this so consistantly before, I would have gotten drunk by now as a release. No one showed up to the IHA meeting again. I am going to close it down.
