Saturday, April 14, 2012

Fear

Scared, scared, scared.
Want to curl into a ball and hide, hide, hide.

So I went to the psychiatrist expecting a new medicine, and instead it turns out I lost her.
Well, not yet, but she said she doesn't know what to do with me.
And that makes her person nr.7 who couldn't help me.

Scared, scared, scared. Hide, hide, hide.

I feel a milion miles away from everybody else. And everytime I try to reach out and the person out there doesn't reach back, the distance grows a few miles longer.

Am I really that broken, that nobody can help me with my pain?

Scared, scared, scared. Hurt, hurt, hurt. Hide, hide, hide.

Anyway, she suggested I get hospitalized at some psych facility, for 3 months of intensive psychotherapy. I googled it a bit and it doesn't sound all that bad.

But, I wonder, could it really help me? And going for 3 months to a psych hospital! What do I tell people? The rumor will spread and I'm afraid I will lose people I know (couldn't call them friends, but yeah).

Why is she so set on this Zoloft? I mean, would it hurt to try another AD, instead of telling me I am medicated enough and it should be helping, when it's not?

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