For the love of…something. I haven’t worked in 3 years and I haven’t studied a real course for around 10 years I think. Now, I want to go to University, as I didn’t take the opportunity to do it the first time in my younger years. I spent most of my time drunk, drugged up, or something else that relates to laziness and innocent corruption of my youth. I didn’t care, but getting older, I do care.
It’s a bit late in the day to have these thoughts. I’ve fucked up my life, through various means, in addition to having it...
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Today was the worst session I had from any one related to mental health services. It was bike man again, except bike man too the tube this time, and apparently made people laugh telling jokes. So obviously the life of the party.
We had an hour’s discussion, which worked one way. He spoke while I listened, with the odd moment where I would be given the opportunity to answer a question or provide some say in what needs to be done. He went on, and on, and on and fucking on. I couldn’t take much more of it as I was...
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I’m feeling disappointed, depressed and demotivated. The three “d’s” as I will coin them. I was supposed t have my last session with my shrink of about 2 and a bit years on Friday 1st February. I had every intention of going, but I also had to meet with my new key worker who shall remain nameless. I shall call him, bike man, because he rode a bike to visit me that day and I think he cycles on a regular basis.
So anyway, as I explained in my Email to my shrink I wouln’t or couldn’t attend because I was...
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