December was when I had my last appointments with my therapist and psychiatrist, and that is when they said they’d send out new ones in the new year. A month later and I’m still waiting for the letter. So I decided to call up their offices, to find out whether they’d made one and I just hadn’t got the letter. Turns out they haven’t even fucking made one with me. What a nice way to find out even my psychiatrist and therapist have given up with me, a fucking phone call with their receptionist. I don’t even know if this means they’ve discharged me or not. Even I know I shouldn’t be, not with what’s wrong with me. Not when I haven’t had the chance to tell them what’s really going on.
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Prolly some idiot in the office who screwed up.
Its not your fault.
Try to find out what the issue is.
I’m sure its not what you think.
Give them a chance to clear up their own mess.