i once rang my local hospital and begged them to help me cause i was having a seriously bad day with my moods so much so it actually scared me..
They said they could only help me if i had taken recreational drugs
And even when i said i wanted to go the hospital, things stopped me so i don't think i have that option.
And my shrink while prescribing meds keeps telling me i don't have mental health issues, i get the impression because i don't fit her neat little box she somehow thinks i would make stuff up.. Especially after i mentioned my sister was schitzophrenic.
But then my shrink doesn't pay attention, i took my sister to one of my appointments, i won't go alone anymore, cause she makes me cry..
At my next appointment when i mentioned my neice stays with me occasionally, she asked if my sister was aware of my problems