Nothing is going right these days. I will admit I’m in some sort of funk. I phoned the agency where the therapist, who I contacted, worked. I talked to the intake counsellor but for the life of me I can’t remember what she said. I do however remember how I felt. I felt like I was bothering them. Maybe I should have waited for the therapist to phone me. I hate being a bother and feeling like I’m demanding. In reality I just said I was wondering when the therapist would be contacting me.
Then it all goes wrong. Later in the same day I’m in the next province getting my hair cut when my cell phone rings. I look at the call display and sort of panicked and hit the wrong button. Decline. Crap. After my hair cut I look to see if a message was left. Of course not.
That was over a week ago. They haven’t phoned back and I’m not sure what to do. Should I phone back? I know I will feel like I’m pestering them. The therapist told me near the beginning of December she would contact me at the beginning of January, it is almost February. I hate this and it has put me into a funk. Like suicidal funk. I hate the mental health system. Or more like non system.
WordPress is also making me cranky. It hasn’t been letting me comment on certain blogs. I’m not sure what’s up with that.
I’ll quit ranting now. I needed to get this out before I blow a cork in real life. ugh