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You will all be happy to know that I made an appointment with my GP to get psychiatric help. I have made no lies, no delays this time. Just an appointment.
Choosing to do this was the hard part. Showing up to the appointment will be easy. I have a major fear of disappointing authority figures.
After that, it's smooth sailing into the process of being in a waiting list for multiple years.
cw:sui
But yeah, the "end yourself" thoughts are getting too strong lately. Ain't no denying it. It's gotten bad, and I'm tired of making excuses like "what if I'm just being a bktch or am overreacting or misinterpreting" or fucking whatever the hell. All garbage. If I really don't need the help so what, it would just be a small wastage of time in the grand scheme of things.But I've grown to hate making excuses and feeling sorry for myself. I'm not dead yet, so why do I lollygag like I am?