Monday, November 1
I am home. Well, I got home yesterday, but I'm home again now. Had a hell of a time trying to get back from Edinburgh, many trains were cancelled due to engineering works. When I finally got back to my house, my sanctuary from the busy, external, strenuous world, I found a letter confirming the appointment I made for an assessment with a psychotherapist later in the month. It also noted that "if we decide at our assessment appointment that our service can offer you help, there will be a further waiting time for regular sessions which is approximately 8 months." They might as well not fucking bother, I could be in a completely different city by then. And my psychiatrist wants to reduce my medication dosage, it's like they're all ganging up on me.
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