^ deathdomokun, i just wrote that bit about music in my notes to my psych(imaginary psych!). i am no longer interested in music like i was, which is one of the things that make me who i am.
living on the surface without breaking through and actually getting involved in things and interested and being able to care...feels pointless. it's wasting time.
i believe i have severe anxiety, depression partly due to that and maybe partly on its own, and i'm pretty sure i have PTSD. i would really not like to add another to the list (i already disclude OCD usually because it's always been there). i just think it's something i have, due to specific things that have happened, and i need help with it.
my rant today is about insurance. i have to get a real copy of my medicaid card, because the private therapist i sent up a placeholder appt. with knows there is a type of (medicaid)insurance that might not cover seeing private therapists and psychs.
it sounds pompous, but the outpatient hospital psychs are incompetent. they deal with stupid crackheads all day, and they can't hear me when i talk or understand how deep i need to get and how real it is. they don't have the tools.
if i can't see private doctors with my medicaid, i may have to wait til DECEMBER to see a psychiatrist. and as for therapists? there was a waiting list. i don't even ask how long it was, because at that point the reality of the establishment i was in had settled in.
i'm getting more and more depressed daily. i want help and i can't get it.
there is something very, very, very wrong with the mental health care system. at least for people with medicaid.
but who cares, right? who cares if things get even worse? i am SURE the world won't get exponentially worse for everyone. everything will be fine. the system is good enough.