So, I had an appointment at exactly 10 o’clock sharp this morning to see a psychiatrist, whom I’ll be seeing frequently now, as well as two other counselors.
Anyways, the session was HORRID.
I was taken to the “Nurse’s Office” to be weighed, my height to be checked, blood pressure was taken, and last to have my pulse checked, followed by a series of medical questions.
Then taken a few doors down to the psychiatrist, who was a nice older lady, who talked about my cat sweater I’m wearing.
Being aware that I’m usually being questioned one on one, I figured it would be her asking me the questions, figuring out everything, me being the one giving information.
Wrong.
She had my mom and baby brother come back, only to have my mom give her goddamn input on everything.
And the psychiatrist asked ME, not my mom but ME, to tell my life story.
My mom, always ranting on about her life, assumes she wants HER life story, not mine.
So my mom sits there for TWO WHOLE HOURS explaining her life story.
And this wasn’t any help, because my mom knows shit about my personal life (She likes to think she knows it all though) and answers the questions for me, which I was willing to do myself.
So basically this appointment was completely pointless, as I was just given a prescription for anti-depressants, being told I need to get checked out and get tested for liver and/or kidney damage (from me attempting to OD on pills.) I also have to get a shot (long story, which none of you would even care about).
I had to tell my mom about my suicide attempts though, which I thought would be my little secret.
Anyways.. this day has sucked majorly. I’m tempted to cut and cry myself to a deep, endless sleep.
I’m just gonna sit here, type away my thoughts and feelings and hope that death comes my way soon.