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Oh man, this is going to be a hard post to write.
I can barely hold on... I feel my grip loosening on this dream of "tomorrow" which everyone talks about. Where is my tomorrow? I don't believe anymore that tomorrow will be a better day.
I moved to florida recently. My therapist back home thought it was a great idea. I left my job (I would have been fired anyway because anxiety was negatively impacting my work) got on unemployment and moved.
But now I'm here and everything is so hard. Yes, I love where I live. But my mind won't allow me to enjoy it!
Can't even think of getting a job, fighting with all I have just to get through the day alive.
I got obamacare & had a psychiatrist appointment yesterday. I had it all planned out because my medications are just running out.
But when I went in to see the doctor, she told me the clinic has a policy not to give prescriptions for Xanax! She was perplexed as to why I wasn't told this on the phone.
So I left and called another psychiatrist listed on my insurance plan, they said they for take my insurance.
I woke up this morning and my bank account balance is -$43. Unemployment doesn't come in until next Wednesday. So no money for food, gas or cigarettes.
I have no more anxiety meds and 3 more xanax (which I can't fall asleep without).
I was thinking of going to an in-patient treatment center but don't know where to find a normal one (bad memories of "One flew over the cuckoo's nest").
I finally called my sister tonight and told her the situation and she said she will make some calls for me.
But how do I know this will ever get better? What kind of life is this, just surviving??
I've been taking care of everyone else my whole life, now I'm expected to live an entire life of pain just so everyone else doesn't get hurt???
It's not fair. I don't want to be dead but I don't want to live this kind of life either.
This life Im living... It's like I'm already dead
I can barely hold on... I feel my grip loosening on this dream of "tomorrow" which everyone talks about. Where is my tomorrow? I don't believe anymore that tomorrow will be a better day.
I moved to florida recently. My therapist back home thought it was a great idea. I left my job (I would have been fired anyway because anxiety was negatively impacting my work) got on unemployment and moved.
But now I'm here and everything is so hard. Yes, I love where I live. But my mind won't allow me to enjoy it!
Can't even think of getting a job, fighting with all I have just to get through the day alive.
I got obamacare & had a psychiatrist appointment yesterday. I had it all planned out because my medications are just running out.
But when I went in to see the doctor, she told me the clinic has a policy not to give prescriptions for Xanax! She was perplexed as to why I wasn't told this on the phone.
So I left and called another psychiatrist listed on my insurance plan, they said they for take my insurance.
I woke up this morning and my bank account balance is -$43. Unemployment doesn't come in until next Wednesday. So no money for food, gas or cigarettes.
I have no more anxiety meds and 3 more xanax (which I can't fall asleep without).
I was thinking of going to an in-patient treatment center but don't know where to find a normal one (bad memories of "One flew over the cuckoo's nest").
I finally called my sister tonight and told her the situation and she said she will make some calls for me.
But how do I know this will ever get better? What kind of life is this, just surviving??
I've been taking care of everyone else my whole life, now I'm expected to live an entire life of pain just so everyone else doesn't get hurt???
It's not fair. I don't want to be dead but I don't want to live this kind of life either.
This life Im living... It's like I'm already dead