Half way there..

to my appointment.  I think it may rain, sinus headache

And the phone.....

finally rings.  I have an appointment for May 31st.  Well that is better than August isn't it?  I guess I just have to hold out for 2 weeks.  I can do that standing on my head, or lying in bed which is what I have been doing for the last 2 weeks anyway.  It takes a lot longer than that for any passive suicidalism to take effect so I hope y'all will stop worrying about me at least for now.  I do appreciate my fam and friends who have shown concern even if I don't answer back when you post.  I don't have internet everyday so I tend to procrastinate responses in favor of virtual farms that need my attention, so goes my disease.

Seriously?!?!

Round 3.  Called the last number back and was told that it usually takes 2-3 business days to get the call back I was waiting for.  Seriously?!?!  If I had a fever would it take 3 months to get an appointment?  If I had a broken arm would I have to wait 3 days for the scheduler to call me back?  Why is mental health taking such a back seat.  I am still in sick, I am still hurting.  I am not trying to get an appointment to get my teeth cleaned.  I am trying not to die.  Seriously

Really?

I went to the doctors nearly 2 weeks ago hoping to get some help for my depression.  My PCP referred me to the pysch at the clinic, went to get an appointment and they said not until August.  Really?  So I called the insurance provider and asked for a list of docs I could call to get seen sooner.  First number, machine.  Really?  Second number, not an outpatient clinic.  Really?  Third number, left message on machine, never called me back.  Really?  This makes me even more depressed and I quit trying.  Got the book of providers in the mail so today I started making calls again.  Called the third number again, left message, no call back.  Really?  Called another number that I found in the book, machine.  Really?  and again, same, and again, same, and again, same.  Really?  All these mental health professionals never answer the phone??  during regular business hours?  Really?  I finally get through on the fifth call to a real person who says she will have someone call me back.  STILL WAITING!!

I just ran out of....

...tries.  Yes I think you can run out of tries.  It seems to me that there is a finite number of things you can do in a lifetime and I used up my tries.  I realized  this when I found that I couldn't try anymore so I must have used them all up.

It's been a while...

...since I posted anything.  I have not been having such a great time lately.  I finally got some medical coverage so I went to the doctor and got a referral for a mental health specialist.  When I tried to make the appointment they said the next available slot was in August.  If you are diagnosed with severe depression how can they say to you, wait for over three months to get some help.  I already feel like no one gives a shit so I can include a whole new crop of people in that group.  I know they don't understand what an effort it took for me to even pick up the phone to make the appointment, they don't know me.  Everything takes effort.  Going to the pantry, taking out the garbage, waking up, writing.  I'm tired.  I don't know how much I have left in me to try anymore. 

My take on things

I know some of you didn't like the meme I posted last week. You made it very clear with the hateful and condescending things you posted in the comments causing me to moderate my comments for the first time ever. I made my point so I took it down. Some of it was so bad that the website asked me if I wanted to report it as abuse. I did not.

If you don't understand why I made it in the first place then you haven't been paying attention. I have had it with the hateful things I have seen on Facebook in the last few months and it was my way of expressing my feelings. The comments directed toward me have made me feel that, in your eyes, I have lived out my usefulness and I should just shut up and die. That may have not been the words you used but it is how I was made to feel. These things did not come from some random people, it was from my own family members. My comments, on Facebook, were not hateful. They were stated in a questioning manner and also in an informative manner.

This is not an apology, it is an explanation. I was extremely depressed when I came back to NY and I had found something to bring me out of it. That something was Occupy Wall Street. I found something that woke up my passions and gave me something to do everyday. I had not been able to find a job and that only added to the depression. The response to this was to insult me outright in the public forum of FB. No one had my back and no one questioned the abuse in any way except offline. Some even agreed with it. This only reinforced the abuse to me. I expressed myself OFF Facebook in my own blog and then got crap for that too.

If you don't like the way I express myself in my own blog, you don't have to read it. If you want to help, maybe you could buy something from me so I can try to pay some bills. I am working on getting better but it takes time.

I'm thinking about turning in my membership card

I'm tired.