I'm off to the general prat tomorrow to have a good old chat. Given what's happened over the past eight or so months I've had one hell of alot to deal with given Dad's suicide and university related issues. I've been referred to the head shrinkers somewhere in Brighton. However, that isn't enough. The past two weeks have been really bad. It was seven months since Dad killed himself on Monday of this week and two days later I lost my job for the second time. My other half has said she hasn't seen me this low ever. Something tells me that when the GP goes through their mental health score cards with me or whatever it was I did to get referred to the shrinks the results will be worse than last time. Then I was only a single point from being put on anti depressants. Something tells me that I'll be put on them this time. It's a fate to which I have resigned myself. I suppose I'm just scared stiff of them and what they'll do to me. The biggest fear I have is that they'll just zombify me and turn me into a drooling, window licking wreck. God knows what they'll do to the D whilst I'm on them but I need something to help me refuel myself. Although I hate putting things off I can't be going on like I am.
Tom
Tom