A different day A different shrink

I received a letter today informing me that once again my therapist had changed. This will the 5th one in as many months.

I love the NHS and will defend it to my dying breathe, but this is so not healthy for people with mental health problems, one of the main things we need is to build trust, the next is stability. Neither of this is happening when your therapist changes as often as you change underwear.

And I am that type of person who would take pills think I am better and stop taking them. When the reason I am better is because I am taking the pills.

I have worked very hard on making sure I am taking whatever medication they have given me, if nothing else but to prove the damn things are not working on me.

I did feel better with the therapy, but I am honest I didn’t like the last therapist and I am also in the world of maybe I should just stop now because I am so damn bored of starting from the beggining.

I am making an app with my doctor to discuss it and see what she thinks, I know I am not better, I can still barely leave my house unless I am manic, the OCD has gotten worse. The thought of any stranger being in my house makes me want to vomit. And I have just come out of a 2 week downward spiral, that at times left me unable to get out of bed.

I don’t know how “normal” people do it but I am fairly sure this is not it