outlawstar555
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At the beginning of this month I had to go to an appointment for a psych to talk to me for 30 min and he's supposed to say whether I'm still eligible for disability. 30 min? A joke. I feel like I was so anxious at the appointment that I feel with how rapid fire his questions were that I didn't illustrate things properly. I'm waiting to hear this dude's "findings" and I'm a mess. My depression and anxiety have gone through the roof. I know that if the report is not in my favor, I can appeal, but... I feel like if I get to that point everything will suck way worse. I've been isolating more, spending more days not getting out of bed beyond water and the bathroom, and have not been showering. Things are bad.
I'm "treatment resistant", so meds have always been a. Make things worse b. Horrible side effects c. No therapeutic effect and d. Anything that does work, I can't tolerate the "therapeutic" dose.
It's not good to say or advertise, but I feel as though the only option if I'm declined is suicide. Seems so simple... Idk that there is a future in which I can be happy anymore even if it does get approved. f*ck my life.
I'm "treatment resistant", so meds have always been a. Make things worse b. Horrible side effects c. No therapeutic effect and d. Anything that does work, I can't tolerate the "therapeutic" dose.
It's not good to say or advertise, but I feel as though the only option if I'm declined is suicide. Seems so simple... Idk that there is a future in which I can be happy anymore even if it does get approved. f*ck my life.
