Surprised I’m not dead
I’ve called so many times for help, I’ve lost count. My GP referred me twice, both times they refused to help. It took an angry worded letter from my GP for them to finally book an information appointment with me. That appointment was on 15th March and lasted about an hour, the lady was so rude and condescending towards me, she criticised my parenting, made out that there’s nothing wrong with my special needs son, and kept referring to my weight (yeah I know I’m fat, but my mental health is of more importance than weight management right now). I left the place in tears after she finally said she’ll refer me for psychology and see if the psychiatrist wants to look at my medication. Seriously!? I’ve had 5 failed antidepressants, the latest is helping only with sleep. So now here we are 6 weeks later and I’ve heard absolutely nothing. If it weren’t for my children I know for a fact I would not be here now.