You read that correctly.
So I got another SSA letter in the mail yesterday. Another CE (Basically they want me to see ‘their doctors’.)
This one is for a Psychologist. A Quack. A Shrink. A Shrinky Fink.
I don’t like talking ’bout things verbally to people.
Let alone people I don’t know.
So I’m on the fence about this Shrinky Fink visit.
On the one foot, I can prove I have anxiety/depression, not “You need to get out of the house more.” (Parents.) or “I’m only saying that because it’s the cute/trendy thing.” ANXIETY AND/OR DEPRESSION ISN’T ‘CUTE’ OR ‘TRENDY’, people. (My so-called ‘friends’.)
and then on the other foot, it’s just pure panic. Full-on “I want to dig a hole and die in it.”
And then on the one hand, I don’t want to ‘fix’ this by pumping myself full of counter-act drugs, and become Kitty the Antidepressant/Antianxiety Zombie. I rather feel panic than nothing at all.
Sure, I’m well aware there are screws loose in my head, but I’m a l’Cie, same as you.
Wait a second…
There’s just screws loose. I’m playing too much FFXIII again.
So yeah, while I DO want to get better, and have a definite answer to things I already am well aware of having. (Depression, general & social anxiety.) The whole ordeal of talking to a complete stranger about what’s going on in my head?……Gyahhh.
We’ll see how it goes…
In other news, I’ve finally heard Tegan And Sara’s new album in its entirety and holy crow, can I relate to almost every track on it.