ilovevodkaCasual Contributor
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My old asshole of a psychiatrist wasted my time and money for 3 years. All he talked about was himself and his self-proclaimed greatness. I made a promise to myself a year ago that I would give it 10 more years before I finally k-word myself. 9 more to go now. As my username suggests the only thing keeping me alive is my SH [removed by moderators] I could not fit into the username god forbid. Anyway. I await my possible new psychiatrists response to my referral. I have a bad habit of only asking for help when it gets to this point. So, in the meantime I have joined the mental illness club as referred by the unhelpful crisis support. If my previous psychiatrist along with everyone else in my life had just listened to me, maybe it wouldn’t have gotten to this point. But I can’t blame them. It’s my fault. Never mention hallucinations if you really want help, they just pump you full of anti-psychotics and label you as crazy. Well, I’ve learnt my lesson. Strictly only mention the common and less stigmatised mental illness. I have a feeling these self-proclaimed great professionals don’t actually know what they’re talking about. (Or care about YOU at least - $$$) Or maybe I just got really unlucky all these years. On top of everything else too! Someone up there must really hate me. No words can describe the constant mental and physical pain I am in. Except maybe “fuck, that hurts”. And everything truly does. Probably always will. It’s been like this for a decade now! Slowly creeping up as a child and then not so slowly ruining my life.
