Eight Hundred & Thirty
Theme: Anti-Depressants
The thing's I'd give to go on anti-depressants. I hate knowing how much I need them, and knowing how beneficial they will be for me, and yet, not being able to access them, cheers mum. It's like the only way I can actually get help is if I just voluntarily admit myself to hospital or have an attempt at something. Which are both extreme. I just want some help. That's all. Everything is just so damn draining. When I get really bad I always end up doing these silly little quizzes to occupy my time. You know your in deep shit when you get a really high mark on one of the quizzes (results here) Oh joy.
The thing's I'd give to go on anti-depressants. I hate knowing how much I need them, and knowing how beneficial they will be for me, and yet, not being able to access them, cheers mum. It's like the only way I can actually get help is if I just voluntarily admit myself to hospital or have an attempt at something. Which are both extreme. I just want some help. That's all. Everything is just so damn draining. When I get really bad I always end up doing these silly little quizzes to occupy my time. You know your in deep shit when you get a really high mark on one of the quizzes (results here) Oh joy.
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