So as many of you may know, I've been really ill, been through a lot blah blah. Anyway, I've been suffering with depression since November 2011, although I wouldn't admit it too my self. I've lost a lot of weight, although may not be noticeable and quite a few friends as well. I went to the doctors and got referred to the glen acre house, basically a therapy place for people like me, but they mainly focus on young children, even though they deal with people up to the age of 18.
Once I'd been referred, I got a letter through with a behavioural questionnaire, and a message saying I'd been put on a waiting list. This questionnaire consisted of Q's such as; "Does you child share her playtime possessions with other children?"
I couldn't help but laugh. So I decided to battle this shiz on my own. Well, my mum too, and maybe 1 or 2 friends if that.... (yaaaay)
Getting to the point. I got a letter through a day ago, 7 months after this all started, or at least started to have a big impact on my life, so I ripped it up and threw it away. If I got referred in the first place, it must have been bad, so why did it take 7 months? Ridiculous.
The main point of this blog is to say a big FUCK YOU to depression, and an even bigger FY to glen acre house, I'm beating this shiz on my own, I don't need your help, especially if you're not there when I could have used it.
Yes I still have my off days, maybe even off weeks. But I'm a lot stronger than I thought.
haaaaapppy happy happy.
:)
