Aha!

So, here I am... haven't posted as much as I would like. I have been cycling through moods, and everytime I think I could sit down and post, something comes up, and smacks me dead center in the chest, and I just drift off to something else. Everyday is a struggle, especially when I never know exactly how I am gonna feel, or react to what goes on around me. Like yesterday... I made call after call, trying to get a psychiatry appointment, and now I have to wait until may 13th. MAY 13th! And the receptionist was just so vvery rude, and I started to get angry, but I let it go, as much as I could. I also tried to get ahold of someone at my counseling center, but couldn't. I have been trying to make an appointment there for the last month. No one ever calls me. So I said Fuck it(sorry for the language), and called my caseworker. I am waiting to hear back from her today.
~~ I went to the doctor yesterday, got my prescription for zoloft refilled. I was off of it for 2 weeks, and OMG, it was horrible. While I was there, I told her what was going on with me, and about getting the run-around. My blood pressure shot up, and I just felt so sick. I felt bad for complaining. I felt like I had done something wrong. All because I want someone to treat me with a little respect, call me back when you say you will, and be considerate of what is going on in my life too, please. ~sigh~ Sometimes, I wonder whether this is all even really worth sticking around for...