No, the rooms don’t really look like this.
Anyway, my psych decided that my issues are “therapy” issues and decided not to change my meds.
I guess I don’t know how I feel about that.
She also suggested that maybe I need to change my living arrangements. I about had a heart attack. Like, I barely can deal with taking care of my crap under my parents’ roof let alone living on my own. Seriously.
I am just having a really hard time right now and she seemed to dismiss it.
Then I came home and my mom immediately attacked me for “not eating enough” while simultaneously telling me that, even though she now has the cash for it, she thinks ketamine is a bad idea for me because “what would I do when I can’t have it anymore.”
Like I’d be an addict or something.
I’m so frustrated.
I am just angry and sad and depressed.
Just another day in paradise.
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