I’ve been hearing voices the past two days. I’m debating on asking for a med change. My neighbors upstairs said allowed they live on the government. Why does she care about my income. I worked when I was sick. It didn’t work out.
I’ve been through hell going to wards trying meds. I’ve been abused by the whole mental illness.
I don’t know if I care about my life anymore. Revolving rounds of b.s. I’m buying ear plugs today.
When I first went to a psych ward, I lost my job. I cried for ten minutes or so. The psych doctor there yelled at me at the top of his lungs. I give up.