Day 14: Treatment

I met the psychiatrist today.

My mother along with my other colleagues felt that I needed some help. They said I am too sad and need to cheer up. The doctor asked me what was going on. I told him nothing, I just felt a little sad.

He took my weight and compared it to my weight when I took my last physical. I had lost 14 pounds within a matter of two weeks. He said that wasn't normal. He asked whether or not I was eating healthy or not. I said I dunno; I eat when I feel like it.

He asked me a few more questions, mostly about Amy. I said I stopped caring. It didn't matter to me anymore. He didn't seem to believe me. He prescribed some medication for me. He said he was diagnoising me with Major Depressive Disorder.

I don't mind. I don't really care.