TW: Self-harm (and a lot of swearing)
I give up.
Fine fine fine. Fucking FINE!
I DON’T CARE.
Let’s make it 7 weeks of not checking my diary card.
Let’s not see my care coordinator for another month.
Let’s fight for a psychiatrist appointment and then get given a half hour check up instead of a proper assessment.
Let’s deny my ESA claim and send me to a DWP assessment which will inevitably result in refusal of my claim.
And let’s criticise me for over reacting or catastrophising or self-harming or, y’know, actually being fucking right ALL THE TIME.
I hate them all. Always banging on about my life threatening behaviours. What a joke. An absolute joke. How am I supposed to take anything they say seriously when they say one thing and their actions are something different.
I don’t want to hear any reasonable, logical arguments. Wise-fucking-mind can PISS OFF.
If, at any point, anyone wants to give-a-shit then I’ll be here just trying not to destroy my children by my sheer fucked-up-ness.
Oh, and did I mention? FUCK YOU (not you reading, general them as you)!