The only thing she gained from the Lithium was unemployment; Jaycee's own aunt fired her.
Although Jaycee thought being fired would be a huge relief, her depression continued to increase greatly. She would not accept phone calls, although they gradually ceased to a bare minimum. Apparently, her friends were not strong enough to pull her weight. They obviously did not understand what could be very bad about being her. They used to tell her she was beautiful. They tried to enlighten her by explaining she had loving parents, great grades, and a promising academic and successful future. Jaycee realized all of this. She knew her parents would die if she killed herself. She loved knowing that she had the highest grade point average in her entire high school. She knew all of this, but for whatever reasons it was not enough. Nobody could possibly comprehend her unless they share the same perspective. .
Systematically, Jaycee would wake up, eat, attend school, and then return to her bed. She thought of this as her safe haven and her base. Conclusively, her mother referred her to a psychologist. Jaycee agreed to go in hopes of a head change. She no longer wanted to live life by the bottle; she did not want to be motivated for life by a bottle of pills. She met her psychologist, Susan, at least twice per week. Susan told Jaycee that she needed the extra day because Jaycee had an extremely doubtful, highly questionable, yet extraordinary frame of mind. Jaycee thought the visits were useless, a .
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waste of gas, and a burden to her private sleeping time. She sat in Susan's office and only spoke when Susan asked her questions. The uncomfortable visit consisted of Susan staring at Jaycee who usually kept her gaze downward, as if eyeing the carpet. Susan and the appointment were a joke. Nevertheless, suicide started to look and sound even better, even greater. As Jaycee was driving down the road, she visualized her car smashing head-on with oncoming traffic She saw this over and over again.