I haven’t called any of the specialists my doctor recommended yet. In fact, the exact location of the paperwork is somewhat of a mystery at this point. This complacency is exactly what I mean when I say that the Anchor can convince me that everything is fine and that seeing a professional would be a huge waste of time and money. Logically I know how wrong that is. Emotionally it’s a harder pull. On the bright side, I started taking the meds again today. Guess I’ll need a refill and to make a couple of appointments.
Do I have the worst case of clinical depression on Earth? Not by a long shot. I could go through the rest of my life without treatment if I had to. But I don’t have to. Nobody should have to. There are economic hurdles to treatment. There are also social hurdles: stigma, judgement, lack of understanding. I can’t do much about the first one, but maybe I can about the second.
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