I am being transitioned to another doctor.
Ironically, while my therapist filled my spot and cut her hours, she basically needs closure with our relationship.
I needed her. She wasn’t there for me.
I AM THE ONE WITH ABANDONMENT ISSUES!!
I wanted to die.
She left me there.
Then she turfs me to someone else.
Yea must be hard for her.
Well the sick bitch in me is like –ya I’m SO anorexic I’ve broken two therapists now!!
Yet I’m still getting fatter.
And earlier this week when I saw my psychiatrist I had to briefly relieve all my trauma of the past few months with no ability for treatment–just a tell her why I was so stressed and wanted to die thing. She had no clue. My therapist didn’t tell her shit.
Good communication team!!
So I’ve gained weight. Because I’m not eating.
I had to talk about that.
I resume treatment immediately because the insurance bullshit is dealt with.
I’ve been deemed acute/critical.
Because I am barely eating. Self harming. OCD high. Anxiety high. And treatment was abruptly cut three months ago when I was at a critical stage.
But the debate is on if I should be just outpatient.
Ha. We will see.
Goodbye old therapist later this week.
Just like waiting for your crush to call after a date, that long awaited call came.
And thankfully I’m still alive to take it. Ed didn’t kill me yet.