I'm onto season 4 of Prison Break.
I've fallen through the cracks in the Mental Health Care System. Backlisted, waitlisted, and not taken seriously.
I spoke with the Dr yesterday who originally saw me when I came into town. He upped my med dosage to the max. He offered to help me find a good therapist, but they would all be sliding fee. He offered to help me fill out my EI forms. He also made it his priority to ensure I get an income and not go to work right now.
I'm passing the time chatting up a storm online. Makes for a good laugh every now and then.
I'm drinking like a fish, but havin fun the safe way.
I've not touched any drugs, which is a miracle in itself. Loong time ago I was an addict, and I know now if I touch it once I'll get hooked again.
I'm here. Still. I'm alive.