So today was the day I was finally able to get help for my mental health needs, my fiance took me to the store and got me a couple little thing on sale (I didn't want anything, just movies for Amelia, but he insisted since they were on sale and since I didn't get anything on our trip) and told me he's getting me this as a way to show me he's proud of me to get help. I didn't realize I was doing anything until everyone in my life told me they were proud of me, and happy I'm getting help with my depression and bipolar. I'm excited to start my medicine again.