All my life, people have been telling me that it will get better. I'll admit, there have been brief periods of my life where I felt like it had gotten better. I get that just because it didn't last doesn't mean it doesn't have any value. But my mental illness has never really gotten better. In the times that I felt "good" I was just pushing down my feelings and that always led to a huge crash. So even when it felt like it had gotten better, it was just a different kind of worse.
I put my trust in the professionals and it ended up making things so much worse. I've done everything in my power to get help but I just can't get it. I'm tired of confiding in a system that's broken and fighting to live in a world that doesn't have much to offer. Even if everything miraculously got better right now, it would feel like a joke more than anything. I can't imagine anything worth fighting for or anything that makes the pain and struggle worth it.
I've been playing a game with life for 12 years. It's been such an unfair and degrading game that I no longer want the prize. I've lost all faith but somehow I sit here waiting for hospitals and doctors to call me back. It's been 5 weeks, I haven't been able to get my foot in the door. I've learned that the system only helps you when you land yourself in the hospital but it's such a mindnumbing and inhumane experience sometimes, that I don't want to go back. If I did, it probably wouldn't get me much help anyway.
Last time I got 2 week's worth of medication and a pat on the back. They sent me back to the psychiatrist I didn't trust. I forced myself to get ready for that appointment anyway and he canceled on me last minute. I didn't have enough meds to last me until I saw him again so I fired the whole team. Now I'm here and there's just no point.