I seriously need the world's biggest hug.

This week has sucked so hard...

I am so sick of people telling me what I *need* to do.
I am twenty years old and if I choose not to go to the psychiatrist and to cancel the appointments, that is what I am going to do.
I do not want to be on meds that make me a walking tremor if I miss just ONE day.
That is the case even though I am on the equivalent of a child's dose.
All a psychiatrist is going to do is feed me some psychobabble and up my dosage and make me go to a therapist (which is something I am absolutely not willing to do, ever).
The meds never work and the only reason I ever went on them the first time and the times after, was because my family told me to.
I know that I am sad.
I don't need a psychiatrist to tell me that.