I have the GP Doctor tomorrow, my gateway to health services..
I’m apprehensive. I melted down last time I was there.
I was upset, angry, annoyed. I found lower prescription doses and had near ran out of the antidepressant I was on.
So I’m dreading it. But I need help. I was at the edges for a while, I thought I could just find a way, but I guess I couldn’t.
Some days, I guess autopilot and need to do helped. I know about needing my things, needing sleep, needing something else.
I think I get somewhere by keeping going. I know it had a cost. I think I’ve paid my price. I’ve given my due.
Maybe not to feel as..
Maybe not to..
Maybe to be..
Sometimes to be..
I know myself. I disappoint myself.
I’m scared. I think I need to get help and taken seriously and have just that bit of help.
Not chemicals. Not different drugs.
I don’t know what else to say. I don’t know what I can do without just asking for a bit of help.
That’s it. I haven’t much more. I just need to get through.