I need help. See, there it is. Not so hard to type; not so hard to say.
I made the decision, within two weeks of my lease ending, to terminate it and move back in with my parents. I left Nashville and came back to southern North Carolina. I was unwell. I NEEDED support and love and a load off.
I’ve been going through med changes for months now and currently am sleepy all the time and stumble a lot and slur my words (or so my mom tells me). I am lucky if I manage to put a little make-up on before going out.
Today I went to a community mental health clinic for an intake appointment and God bless the intake counselor, she got me both a therapy appointment and a psychiatry appointment. I go to the therapist Friday. I don’t really want to go, but I know that I, again, need to. A lot is going on with me. I had fights with a roommate. Disagreements with another. Financial strains. Self-harm. Hallucinations. Etc, etc.
I need help.
And there is help out there, do a little computer research. Get on the phone. Talk to people. Just because you may not have a back-up plan like me, doesn’t mean that people out there don’t care about you and your mental health.
P.S. I am sorry I haven’t written as frequently as usual. I have been busy having a breakdown and moving. But things are going to get better. I am going to rest and take care of myself and write for you. xoxo