the last few weeks have vanished into thin air, it could be over a month now since I did anything. I went to the shops about a week ago to pick up some tobacco but thats about it. I won't look for a job, I won't do any clearing up round the house or anything like that. I just search the internet for things I wanna moan about.
I stopped taking medicine 5-6 months ago and I haven't been to see the doctor despite 6 appointments bieng made for me in the last few months. they aren't happy. Why should I go to the doctors, they just overlook everything I say to them, pretend to care and then suggest new medication. I hate the doctors and they hate me. They look at me as though Im just faking bieng depressed or something. to be honest, when I did go to the doctors I would have my 'business' face on. the one I used to use at work when I couldn't handle the environment.
How on earth can you prove to the doctor that you really are ill. this has been going on for three years now and its just getting silly. I read stuff about all the different kinds of depression, Im very sure Im bipolar. But aside from the fact I know ive got very mild adhd Ive never seen the doctor acknowledge any more than the fact I suffer with anxiety. I am so sick of it. It made me feel like what I knew about myself wasn't important. what do they want from me? am i going to have to walk into the doctors room going mental at her just to prove a point or what. I am very good at pretending to be happy. maybe I should just let go and show the world how truly bonkers I am, maybe then they will listen to me.
I am worried about myself though. I am seeing my friends less and less, I really don't want to anymore, I don't like having to be happy with them, I don't wanna bring them down by bieng myself, they are all ok. the only people in my group that have any form of depression are a couple of the girls, but they can cope with it seemingly, I can't. It makes me sick because I used to be the life and soul. I'd detach from them completely but every now and then I have to go on a bender. As my mind further deteriorates I don't want to risk anymore of those as they usually send me spiralling for a week or so.
Sometimes its like the city is calling me to get out of the rut and go for it, get another job sorted, meet some new people. But I know I'll just lose it again. I'll get agitated pulling the 'im ok' attitude and have to sink back into reality, Im a very angry person when I can't be myself. The weird thing is about this is that nobody recognises the fact that Im ill. If I don't act like everythings ok there like "whoa, cheer up man you'll scare us". bastards.
rant over
I stopped taking medicine 5-6 months ago and I haven't been to see the doctor despite 6 appointments bieng made for me in the last few months. they aren't happy. Why should I go to the doctors, they just overlook everything I say to them, pretend to care and then suggest new medication. I hate the doctors and they hate me. They look at me as though Im just faking bieng depressed or something. to be honest, when I did go to the doctors I would have my 'business' face on. the one I used to use at work when I couldn't handle the environment.
How on earth can you prove to the doctor that you really are ill. this has been going on for three years now and its just getting silly. I read stuff about all the different kinds of depression, Im very sure Im bipolar. But aside from the fact I know ive got very mild adhd Ive never seen the doctor acknowledge any more than the fact I suffer with anxiety. I am so sick of it. It made me feel like what I knew about myself wasn't important. what do they want from me? am i going to have to walk into the doctors room going mental at her just to prove a point or what. I am very good at pretending to be happy. maybe I should just let go and show the world how truly bonkers I am, maybe then they will listen to me.
I am worried about myself though. I am seeing my friends less and less, I really don't want to anymore, I don't like having to be happy with them, I don't wanna bring them down by bieng myself, they are all ok. the only people in my group that have any form of depression are a couple of the girls, but they can cope with it seemingly, I can't. It makes me sick because I used to be the life and soul. I'd detach from them completely but every now and then I have to go on a bender. As my mind further deteriorates I don't want to risk anymore of those as they usually send me spiralling for a week or so.
Sometimes its like the city is calling me to get out of the rut and go for it, get another job sorted, meet some new people. But I know I'll just lose it again. I'll get agitated pulling the 'im ok' attitude and have to sink back into reality, Im a very angry person when I can't be myself. The weird thing is about this is that nobody recognises the fact that Im ill. If I don't act like everythings ok there like "whoa, cheer up man you'll scare us". bastards.
rant over