Ive been, depressed, anxious, for, well for years. Its only getting worse, yesterday, as a result of the figures of IDS's bloody handed death toll, I had another meltdown.
I tried going to my doctor for help, explaining that my life felt pointless I was just waiting to die, all he did was laugh at the 'deep' 'philisophical' problems I am having. It actually made things worse, becasue now I cant shake the feeling that he left a note 'drug seeking malinger' in my file.
( I was trying to make a point that the last time I had a good nights leep in years was after my wisdom tooth surgery hopped up on I dont know what kind of drugs. I was not after more, I was just trying to show how bad my insomnia and internal anxieties were. I mean I go through periods of quitting coffee for a span just to break my addiction/tolerance, cold turkey 1 week to break the biochemical chains.)
So, assuming I can work up the courage to ask to see a diffent GP in my surgery, how do I actually get things taken seriously?
Because I can't cope, and I can cope less and less, and I'm breaking.
