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- Feb 22, 2020
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Last week, I took a huge risk and told my psychologist that I might need a hospitalisation. Not because I'm extremely suicidal, but because I'm feeling fucking miserable and it never seems to end. I'm very apathetic, self-destructive with my health and, well, completely dysfunctional. I have been for months now, and what's worse is that my psychiatric clinic knows about this and are doing nothing.
Anyway, I told my psychologist that I am literally on the verge of a total collapse and that I need to break this self-destructive cycle somehow, and that I was ready to get hospitalised if needed. She said "okay, let me talk to the doctors and I'll see what we can do". I went home and waited, waited and waited. Nothing, until the next day, when she contacted me and said "I've talked to the doctors and they can't do a planned hospitalisation, you'll have to go to the psych ER" (not sure if you have the same system where you live, but in my country the physical and mental ERs are different).
For reasons I've written out and then erased several times, but don't feel are actually relevant, I waited until today to go there. They told me, and I had kind of expected them to, that my condition was not an emergency and that I'd have to talk to my psychiatric clinic. I explained that I already have, but they do absolutely nothing despite my efforts to get help, and that they literally told me to go to the psych ER. I wasn't there because I wanted to, I was there because I had no other fucking options.
Well, as it turns out, not being actively suicidal in the moment means they can't help. Apparently being at 8/10 suicidal and having a full plan, but no date set, isn't enough. And I get it, I should never have ended up there in the first place, but the fact that my psychologist said it's better to go to the ER made me think that maybe I'd get some help there anyway. Tough luck.
I was seriously contemplating going back literally right after leaving and saying I was now at 9/10 on the about-to-kill-myself scale because of not getting any help and wasting 4 hours of waiting out in the cold (outdoors reception due to COVID-19). I'd go for 10/10, but I'm a terrible liar and hate exaggerating, so they'd see through that easily anyway. I seriously was at 9, though.
Jokes aside, I'm starting to feel like I am either not being taken seriously, or that my problems aren't bad enough to warrant proper help. It's like I'm too sharp and clear-headed for them to think there could be anything serious going on. Just because I can express my thoughts and analyse my own behaviour rationally doesn't mean I have any fucking clue on how to do anything about them.
I don't fit into any of the typical mental health disorder profiles, so I'm treated like I don't exist and no one knows what to do about me. As if that's my fucking fault. Each time this happens, I feel more and more like it's not worth the effort of trying. What's the point?
I feel like this turned into more of a rant than a "story", but there's no rant flag or whatever, so this'll do. At first I wasn't sure it even fits here in Recovery, but it does kind of tie in to my rather hopeless effort of reaching out for help. Failed attempts still count as trying, don't they?
I'm so tired of everything
Anyway, I told my psychologist that I am literally on the verge of a total collapse and that I need to break this self-destructive cycle somehow, and that I was ready to get hospitalised if needed. She said "okay, let me talk to the doctors and I'll see what we can do". I went home and waited, waited and waited. Nothing, until the next day, when she contacted me and said "I've talked to the doctors and they can't do a planned hospitalisation, you'll have to go to the psych ER" (not sure if you have the same system where you live, but in my country the physical and mental ERs are different).
For reasons I've written out and then erased several times, but don't feel are actually relevant, I waited until today to go there. They told me, and I had kind of expected them to, that my condition was not an emergency and that I'd have to talk to my psychiatric clinic. I explained that I already have, but they do absolutely nothing despite my efforts to get help, and that they literally told me to go to the psych ER. I wasn't there because I wanted to, I was there because I had no other fucking options.
Well, as it turns out, not being actively suicidal in the moment means they can't help. Apparently being at 8/10 suicidal and having a full plan, but no date set, isn't enough. And I get it, I should never have ended up there in the first place, but the fact that my psychologist said it's better to go to the ER made me think that maybe I'd get some help there anyway. Tough luck.
I was seriously contemplating going back literally right after leaving and saying I was now at 9/10 on the about-to-kill-myself scale because of not getting any help and wasting 4 hours of waiting out in the cold (outdoors reception due to COVID-19). I'd go for 10/10, but I'm a terrible liar and hate exaggerating, so they'd see through that easily anyway. I seriously was at 9, though.
Jokes aside, I'm starting to feel like I am either not being taken seriously, or that my problems aren't bad enough to warrant proper help. It's like I'm too sharp and clear-headed for them to think there could be anything serious going on. Just because I can express my thoughts and analyse my own behaviour rationally doesn't mean I have any fucking clue on how to do anything about them.
I don't fit into any of the typical mental health disorder profiles, so I'm treated like I don't exist and no one knows what to do about me. As if that's my fucking fault. Each time this happens, I feel more and more like it's not worth the effort of trying. What's the point?
I feel like this turned into more of a rant than a "story", but there's no rant flag or whatever, so this'll do. At first I wasn't sure it even fits here in Recovery, but it does kind of tie in to my rather hopeless effort of reaching out for help. Failed attempts still count as trying, don't they?
I'm so tired of everything