Today my therapist told me that I don't really work full-time and I need to look for a full-time job. It was extremely hard to hold back from screaming at her. What the hell does she think I've been doing since July? Though lately all the internet job postings I see are from the same companies that I already know don't want to hire me. (I usually send an application anyway, but there isn't much point.)
I told her if I don't find a better job or a second job by June I'm going to kill myself. I think she thought I didn't mean it, but she's wrong. Or maybe she thinks it doesn't matter because I'll find something by then, but I'm pretty sure she's wrong on that too. She says it's "my hopelessness talking" a cheesy little phrase that doesn't indicate what reason I have to hope for anything when life just keeps kicking me in the teeth over and over again.
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I should probably buy a car so I could get home health work but it would take all of my savings and if I didn't get work I'd be screwed. I don't even know what to do at this point.
I wish there was more I could do.
I guess that might be one reason to drop this insurance, since I do have my problems with her, but I don't know if the cheaper plans pay for therapy at all. And usually she's not that bad.
But I kept that insurance anyway, because I need continued mental health and prescription coverage even more than I need money.
Big hugs and hope you find peace.
I understand that your therapist is often okay, but this ... was an insensitive befuddled asshole moment alright. You should have screamed at her!
I don't know what she was getting at, saying that. Maybe she was trying to just show me the steps I need to take but it came off sounding like she hasn't been listening to a word I say.
I just don't know what to do. I feel like there's no point in living right now. The only things that really make me happy are Die Ärzte and Pokemon, and they only make me happy because right now I have a place to live.
I'm sorry you're having such a rough time. But you're not worthless and you're not a burden. Please keep trying. It's not that someday you will succeed. You are succeeding, every day. It may not feel like it, but sometimes just breathing is all the work we can manage to do. Take care.
Also, here's something I wrote. Maybe you could relate? http://www.runningnekkid.com/my_%20best
Also, that was kind of stupid for your therapist to say. OF COURSE that is your hopelessness talking! It's like telling someone that their anemia is making them feel tired. DUH.
Yeah, she's not a terrible therapist overall but that was not her best day to say the least.