Between the things I have done with the community team, and the things they referred me to that have been rejected, they have now played all their cards
I do not need their ‘comfort’ seeing me once a week to check I am still here and whether I am a ‘danger’
The medication as some will know has been messed with so many times, that I think I am happy with what we have arrived at now
So it begs the question, what are we trying to achieve?
If all of the options for treatment have been exhausted through trying or rejection, then I think I can be discharged
I am going to make this happen I think
And this is not me being in fight mode
There is nothing left they have to offer me, I repeat.
So I may as well move on and get on with my life
If the meds go bad again, the GP can just refer me back
What about support? Or help? You never know, in the future you may need both of those. May not be wise to burn your bridges. I mean what’s wrong with talking regularly to someone each week? You can talk about how you’re feeling or your thoughts, what you’re going to cook that night or where you can buy some new socks. I mean I accept that I will talk to a therapist each week. I may not need to, I may not want to, but I accept that is a treatment for schizophrenia and even if it only helps a little once in a while, I accept that. You have a severe mental illness yet you don’t want help that is offered to combat it?
At the very least, a therapist or social worker can be what we used to call in the 80’s,“a paid friend.”
They’re not there to cure you but they can offer you continued support.
I gather that the mental health system in the U.K. may not be the best but you’re not supposed to be enemies you’re supposed to be on the same side.
This is also apt. I revere this song as being written for me and him. No wonder he’s gone.
Wake in a sweat again
Another day’s been laid to waste
In my disgrace
Stuck in my head again
Feels like I’ll never leave this place
There’s no escape
I’m my own worst enemy
I’ve given up
I’m sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say?
Take this all away
I’m suffocating
Tell me what the ■■■■ is wrong with me
I don’t know what to take
Thought I was focused, but I’m scared
I’m not prepared
I hyperventilate
Looking for help somehow, somewhere
And no one cares
I’m my own worst enemy
I’ve given up
I’m sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say?
Take this all away
I’m suffocating
Tell me what the ■■■■ is wrong with me
God
Put me out of my misery
Put me out of my misery
Put me out of my
Put me out of my ■■■■■■■ misery
I’ve given up
I’m sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say?
Take this all away
I’m suffocating
Tell me what the ■■■■ is wrong with me
OK, you make the choices-and you live by them. It’s impossible for them to cure you or solve all your problems. But at the very least, it’s nice to talk to someone once a week who might ask ,“How are you feeling today?” Or sympathize with you. I kinda know how you feel, talking to my case manager and my therapist is often a chore; a necessary evil that I have have to force myself to do. But that’s the help I get for schizophrenia in the year 2022 and until something better comes along , it’s what I’ll do.
I’ve found you can never get good help when your in need so I see my shrink every 6 weeks. We usually talk sport and rubbish things but I do it because if I’m ever in crisis I know at least I can get in to see him in a couple of weeks tops…It’s just how you play the mental health game.
