moonchild
Student
- May 8, 2020
- 125
I finally went to see a doctor last week, for the depression. Mostly because someone needs to officially declare me unfit to work, so I can be eligible for some kind of benefits or disability (whatever the correct term is). I told her I was completely prepared to die a month ago, that I have purchased a rope, written a note, and thrown out some more embarrassing belongings. I told her my financial situation is beyond terrible, that I'm only semi-close to two people, and that I have no plans for even the near future. She asked if I had any immediate thoughts to ctb, and I said that I won't do it today, but that it doesn't feel far away at all. That was apparently enough for her to prescribe some antidepressants, book me an appointment with a physical therapist (lmao what?), and send me on my way.
Why is it that you're either involuntarily sectioned, OR you get no meaningful help at all? She said that if I have immediate thoughts of ending my life I should call emergency services. I guess it's good that that's an option, but I always have thoughts of ending my life? Why am I trusted to make that call? I hate that, when I'm dead, people will say "I wish she would've asked for help", or something along those lines. I asked, but who's listening?
I've been through this same kind of disappointment (with mental health care) before, so I shouldn't be surprised, but it somehow feels worse now that I feel so close to death.
To make things worse, it's apparently a real hassle to apply for benefits. Everyone keeps giving me contradictory information on what to do in which order, and I'm so exhausted.
Why is it that you're either involuntarily sectioned, OR you get no meaningful help at all? She said that if I have immediate thoughts of ending my life I should call emergency services. I guess it's good that that's an option, but I always have thoughts of ending my life? Why am I trusted to make that call? I hate that, when I'm dead, people will say "I wish she would've asked for help", or something along those lines. I asked, but who's listening?
I've been through this same kind of disappointment (with mental health care) before, so I shouldn't be surprised, but it somehow feels worse now that I feel so close to death.
To make things worse, it's apparently a real hassle to apply for benefits. Everyone keeps giving me contradictory information on what to do in which order, and I'm so exhausted.