I know some of you all have mentioned your problems with time, but here is the one that gets me. I'll be sitting in my therapists office, for example, thinking about how i'll be sitting there again in a week and how then that week will be over and then I'll be there thinking about last week and how quickly it went or whatever. It's a really bizarre feeling and it can freak me out, the whole concept of time. It started to get bad when I was playing a video game, a role playing game, and I realized I messed up irreversibly, so had to start over. I realized that I had played 57 hours (Yikes, right) and that one day I would be sitting there and I would be where I was before, and how it would come even though it seemed so far off at the moment when I had to start over. Does this make any sense? it freaks me out if I think about it. I guess the remedy is just to enjoy the present moment, but my mind starts off on this and it freaks me out. It's like "what's the point of anything, it just goes away and soon i'll be dead, even though it seems like a long time off." It's almost like I'm afraid if I think about the future too much, i'll end up there, if that makes sense. Very odd.