I thought about doing the "right thing," by calling the county crisis line or going to Cottage hospital or even making the trip up to STanford.
Part of it is, I don't believe anyone in the medical field can help me. Another part, I was tired of being treated like everything was okay, when it wasn't. Some of this is my fault--I knew when I switched from having a private practice psychiatrist to the county system that the care was not going to be the same.
I cannot put words to my depression anymore. I have become my depression. It has been there so long that I can no longer distinguish it from me.
No comments:
Post a Comment