Had a doctor's appointment, got a referral to a psychiatrist. Made an appointment with a counselor from the school, and I'll ask the psychiatrist for a referral to a proper therapist. Priority number one right now is getting out of this deep funk; then, figuring out how much homesickness is just depression manifested and how much is "real"--in other words, whether I will be able to manage this once I'm healthy, or whether I really need to look into ways of going home. Baby steps. In the meantime, I wrote a poem. splinter (11:29pm) so young they're just splinters. I don't need another home. I got mine. Orange bright across our skyline Hill country of my heart I got roots. I got home. That empty road across your soul that silence before the sunset, this is where my grandfather died, and I couldn't fly in to see him. That's home, motherfucker. Take me back. Doesn't help that I'm writing two presentations and two papers and starting a new job this week. The stress is hell on my mental state, but what can you do. I already put off one presentation and the job for a week, eventually I just have to do it. Wish me luck, y'all. Tear out these new roots,