On the night of the 4/5 of June 2025 I spent the night in hospital after being sectioned. For a brief period of time after this i genuinely believed that there was help. I had frequent doctor appointments and was put on meds. Also was referred to mental health services. I had an attempt in September and then end of October/early November I stopped taking the meds. I had an appointment with mhs in the middle of January and nothing else since.
I'm in the exact same position I was a year ago. It makes me sad that nothing has changed, especially when there was hope that it would.
A close acquaintance of mine recently said that if I want help then I'll have to fight for it. That the people who are being helped are the 'louder' ones. He's right and I wish I could be like those people. That's just not who I am.
I can feel it boiling under my skin just like last year. The need to do something slightly reckless and force people to listen.
I'm in the exact same position I was a year ago. It makes me sad that nothing has changed, especially when there was hope that it would.
A close acquaintance of mine recently said that if I want help then I'll have to fight for it. That the people who are being helped are the 'louder' ones. He's right and I wish I could be like those people. That's just not who I am.
I can feel it boiling under my skin just like last year. The need to do something slightly reckless and force people to listen.
