So today has been a less than spectacular day.
Wait, that’s bullshit.
Today has been, utter shit.
I was supposed to go see my shrink, but I couldn’t. I told them it was a “menstrual migraine” but in reality it was the Agoraphobia and Social Anxiety who decided to pop into my brain as my alarm went off and I swear I should be charging those bastards rent and utilities!
I had a phone consult with my shrink, and since it was phone and not an actual in person appointment, I had to pay the full fee and don’t get any Medicare reimbursement. FUCK.
This morning, in the brief period of positive action I had, I had a whole post planned out about how it fucking sucks that the money involved in getting the “help” I need is too much, even with insurance and the “free public health care” that Australia has, I still cannot afford the therapy.
I see all these movies and people I know on social media, everyone is “living life”. They’re taking life by the ovaries and actually LIVING their lives. They have jobs, they have families, they have LIVES. And yes, I know that I’m only seeing what they want me to see, and that everyone has bad days and everyone has a different experience etc etc
I DON’T CARE.
Excuse me while I pity party.
This is not the post I had originally thought of.