rant to vent, ignore if you like
I knew I had PTSD, but an assessment today says I also have some elements of depression also. After months of trying to get some psych help, is that so surprising? I have PTSD, am still in pain, and noone is helping in a useful way.
They have assessed me, but can't treat me. I am the parcel in a cruel form of pass-the-parcel. Now I get referred to someone else again, and wait for that too.
No wonder kids get shaken/beaten/ etc. After this last year I understand how it happens. Sometimes people need help NOW, and after another appointment like this one the last thread holding you together can so easily snap.
Why the F%$# did I decide to have a baby? Biggest mistake of my life.