This past weekend, even though I have three days off instead of two, was not nearly long enough. I had a mountain of homework (most I got done), various hobbies project(barely got any done), and sleep, I did not get nearly as much sleep as I would have liked.
Well anyway to get to the main subject of my self pity rant for today; last week I was issued by my therapist to go seek medication for my depression. I had told her some things and personally I felt she blew it way out of per portion by calling in her supervisor(she's a "student" still I guess) and making me a suicidal prevention plan if I felt an on come of the issues I had be telling her. So what worries me the most about her wanting me to get on meds, is my parents finding out. They have never known, and I have never planned on telling them. See, my father is emotionally distant and it has increases ten fold since starting college, and my mother demeans and tells me my worries are nothing compared to her worries or the issues of my brother and sister. Every time I've ever opened up to her, she has to lecture me and tell me my worries and fears and pain is worthless and unimportant. So I don't tell them anything anymore, the less they know the better in most cases.
Well today I went to the physiatrist and got a persricption for meds. Fun yeah? They are cheap and like 4$ at walmart so hopefully I don't need to tell my parents.
Talk at ya later
Bri
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