What a great weekend capped with horror. I felt good, so I cleaned, organized, tossed shit, went shopping for groceries, and worked on my anxiety and depression. I didn't drink at all, and I felt good about that - not hotwired like I normally feel.
Today, all excited to share with my shrink how I've been doing, I find out that the free clinic I go to decided I need more help than they can provide. So they are referring me to the county to get counseling, anti-depressants, and maybe disability.
Well, I felt good before, but this fucked up my world view. I fought urges, but ended up getting a bottle on the way home. Now I'm voiding my head, watching UFC and writing short stories and poems on the boards here. Tomorrow I guess I have to apply for assistance and then make appointments at a new clinic.
I hate new clinics. It takes 4 weeks before anyone can help. That's why I'm pissed about getting referred out by NIP in MPLS. I was there for 4 weeks. One month. Now I need to wait another month for intake so I can wait two weeks for an appointment so I can have another four weeks before anyone decides what they want to do with me.
I'm almost broke and I can't work. I want to, but I can't.
This sucks.
Today, all excited to share with my shrink how I've been doing, I find out that the free clinic I go to decided I need more help than they can provide. So they are referring me to the county to get counseling, anti-depressants, and maybe disability.
Well, I felt good before, but this fucked up my world view. I fought urges, but ended up getting a bottle on the way home. Now I'm voiding my head, watching UFC and writing short stories and poems on the boards here. Tomorrow I guess I have to apply for assistance and then make appointments at a new clinic.
I hate new clinics. It takes 4 weeks before anyone can help. That's why I'm pissed about getting referred out by NIP in MPLS. I was there for 4 weeks. One month. Now I need to wait another month for intake so I can wait two weeks for an appointment so I can have another four weeks before anyone decides what they want to do with me.
I'm almost broke and I can't work. I want to, but I can't.
This sucks.