Bi who?
Spoke with Heidi again. She is majorly pissed off, as am I. She spoke with Andrew social worker and he agreed to call her back by 5. He did not. I pity the boy when Heidi gets a hold of him.
I spoke with Dr Abraham and boy Andrew. They had nothing positive to say. Andrew agreed that I an NOT bi-polar, but the shrink refuses to listen. he just says to let the meds take their course, even though I believe they are not the right ones. I even said so. What do I know? I'm just a mental patient.
I was never as manic or anxious as I am now, in this place. What fools we were!! We actually thoguht coming here would help me! Ha!! If anything, I am more convinced I should be terminated. Real soon!! Maybe then they will take my illness seriously rather than treating me as a mold. Bah!! My anger is wasted in this place. This place doesn't offer hope.
The sleep is still in my eyes,
The dream is still in my head.
I heave a sigh and sadly smile,
And lie awhile in bed.
I wish that it might come to pass,
Not fade like all my dreams.
Just think of what my life might be
In a world like I have seen.
I don't think I can carry on, carry on
This cold and empty life.
My spirits are low
In the depths of despair
My lifeblood .. spills over.
Neil Peart, 2112
I spoke with Dr Abraham and boy Andrew. They had nothing positive to say. Andrew agreed that I an NOT bi-polar, but the shrink refuses to listen. he just says to let the meds take their course, even though I believe they are not the right ones. I even said so. What do I know? I'm just a mental patient.
I was never as manic or anxious as I am now, in this place. What fools we were!! We actually thoguht coming here would help me! Ha!! If anything, I am more convinced I should be terminated. Real soon!! Maybe then they will take my illness seriously rather than treating me as a mold. Bah!! My anger is wasted in this place. This place doesn't offer hope.
The sleep is still in my eyes,
The dream is still in my head.
I heave a sigh and sadly smile,
And lie awhile in bed.
I wish that it might come to pass,
Not fade like all my dreams.
Just think of what my life might be
In a world like I have seen.
I don't think I can carry on, carry on
This cold and empty life.
My spirits are low
In the depths of despair
My lifeblood .. spills over.
Neil Peart, 2112

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