Mental health meeting at 2pm today. New support worker sorted it out.
I'm feeling all millitant, having woken up with now familiar tightening of chest and bloody suicidal thoughts I can't control.
New support worker said "we'll see if anything comes out of it."
Millitant is good, no? Perhaps not for therapy.
I don't know.
I don't want to go.
One flew over the cuckoo's nest.
Am I flying or am I cuckoo?
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