I can't stop crying. I had actually spoke to the other people in my dorm and my r.a. to make sure that they knew I was safe and my dad wasn't here with me. I've tried breathing exercises, pretending to play a harpsichord, walking. I guess this is my version of writing in an online diary.
I might go to the student health center to see if they can help me. If I can get over this anxiety of being labelled depressed or delusional - I guess that comes with the territory of being a psych student, seeing potential diagnoses everywhere. Or maybe it comes with the dreams.
I wish I could just be normal, only after all this time here - I'm not sure what normal is anymore.