It’s going 7 years where I’ve struggled with mental illness and I’m still not better. A year and a half of therapy starting year 3 and I’ve been taking meds for a little over 3 years. 

I told them I warned them about my seasonal depression and needing to up my medication and while she did up my meds (it wasn’t by much) my psychiatrist bitched about me needing a therapist. If I could find one I would have one but unless she can pay then I’m stuck. And if there was an actual reason she couldn’t up my meds she could have at least told me instead of bitch about how I need therapy Not only that but now that I did manage to fine someone I have to dig up all my trauma for therapy a second time. I’ve already processed that shit and I don’t want to explain it to anyone or talk about it again

They couldn’t just listen to me when I talked. I don’t know why no one believes me but I know myself. I know when things start to go wrong. I was doing everything I was supposed to do which was the biggest red flag too. I was doing everything and I still felt like shit

But all my mom did was yell at me as if it was my fault and now I can’t do the things I was doing. I’m not working out I’m not eating healthy I don’t have a regular sleep schedule anymore it’s just shit. And then she has the audacity to blame my problems on my diet, sleep and me being quote unquote lazy 
 
I really liked my psychiatrist but she and my mom can go suck my dick listen to me next time fucking fuckers 

I just want to feel better