As much as I would love to keep living in my own little bubble, the government needs me to prove that I am still mental. I got a letter saying I have to go to an appointment next week, forget the fact that I am totally shit scared about that. I put the letter and forms aside and today I realised I need a doctor to fill out one of the forms. Shit.
I haven’t got an appointment with my new psychiatrist. I am not going back to my old psychiatrist although she doesn’t know that yet. I rang up my GP and managed to get an appointment with him. There goes my plan of chilling out and tending to my farm on my ipad.
I can’t deal with stuff like this but I have to. If I don’t get the forms filled out right, my disability pension might get cancelled. Then I wont be able to afford to live, let alone see psychiatrists and get medication.
*Pop* There goes my lovely bubble.