Well it all finally got to me on Friday night. I snapped. I found myself in my car after leaving the house in tears heading straight for a highway bridge at 70 miles an hour. Something snapped and I drove myself immediately to the E.R. They kept me over the weekend and now I'm desperately trying to find help. All the Anti-depressants I've tried have not worked and the mood swings are getting out of control. This is just HORRIBLE though because out of 20 yes 20 Psychiatrists and Psychologist I've contacted NONE of them are taking new patients. This is horrible, the ONLY thing keeping me alive right now is my love for my daughter. How on earth does one get help when the mental health system just does not care?
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