its official I'm as mad as they come. I told him I was struggling and he said I didn't need to tell him he could tell by looking at me that I was no better...so the mask has officially slipped. He asked if I had taken or been tempted to take an overdose I told him the truth, and said I didn't see myself seeing Monday..he then started playing the guilt fu*king card, won't those who love you hurt, how will they feel, won't they be sad, NO NO NO NO NO NO NO how can those who love u hurt when u have no1 that does love you, they can't. He said they would blame themselves, they won't cause I've wrote a letter its me, no1 else its me. He's referred me for urgent physiology, oh flipping great at least 3 months I don't have 3 months I don't have 3 days. wot is the point...oh and then to top it off as he gave my prescription on citropram he asked me to promise I won't overdose on them...I never planned on using them to end it so it was an easy promise to make.
sorry I'm losing the will to leave, it seems to be brick wall after brick wall that I run into. maybe this brick wall will break and I will die.