I am not okay. I am really not okay.
I’m having a hard time to keep standing. To keep functioning.
But I’m afraid I will crash. 189 more words
I’m currently in tears because I have just had a phone call that I had to wait 2 months for, to be told that I was referred to the wrong place and I now need to wait on a waiting list for the right place which takes 12 weeks. 290 more words
Day 19. 100 pages, 44,780 words.
Almost exactly a year ago, I began proceedings to get myself a vasectomy. I was told that it was a long and difficult process (even before taking into account the fact that doctors really have a hard time accepting that a person wants to stop being reproductive, ever), and that I would be waiting a long time before even starting the laborious process of getting a ticket that entitled me to a place in another line … anyway, long story short, they weren’t lying. 179 more words
When you are ill, you go to the doctor! But what happens when the doctor is the thing that is making you ill?
It is easy to say to someone that suffers from Social Anxiety, that they should go to their doctor and ask them for advice, but what if asking that doctor is the entire reason you are ill in the first place? 421 more words