ladyvean:
I found a therapist that will see uninsured patients for $35 per session. Unfortunately, she can’t see me until next week and her name is a fucking trigger to my severe depression – so I’m not sure how well this is going to work out. Besides, what I need more than a counselor is a psychiatrist… but I have to try something before I end up dead or committed again.
I am trying very hard to be strong, but it’s so, so hard.
I have Henry. Halloween is coming and I am hoping to do fun, spooky stuff with @guljerry. My brother would be sad if something happened to me; he wants me to come live with him for awhile. Maybe if I do, we can finally write the musical we’ve been talking about doing our whole lives.
But I can’t eat. I feel sick all the time. I can’t sleep. When I do, I have terrible nightmares and I wake up every 20 minutes. I try not to think about this situation I’m in, but my mind gets on this, like, negative feedback loop that I can’t seem to shut off. Holding it together at work so that my employers don’t think I’m nuts is going to break me.
I don’t know how I’m going to pay my bills, let alone pay for therapy. So, if anyone wants to donate, I will draw you a monster. Or something. I guess that makes it more of a commission, which is good because I don’t like taking charity.
I’m rambling.