So the call i was talking about in one of my previous journal entries was for a prospective therapist of mine. Mid-May, she told me that I could call her in a month because maybe then she'd have an opening. So I called her last Friday, didn't hear from her. I dont even know if she has a spot for me or not. Still haven't heard from her.

Things with the current therapist are going downhill pretty fast.
though, I did get the guts to tell her its not working out and that I'm bottling up a lot of the shit that's actually going on in my life. I know you'll say I should tell her because that will make me feel better, but I'm not going to get into anything that deep with her. It just makes me feel like shit. Every single time.

So now, here I am, June 16. Tomorrow I have an appointment to see with my psychiatrist. I am so thankful. It cannot come soon enough.

Though, by the end of this month, I have to switch psychiatrists completely. And I don't have a therapist I can talk to.

So yeah, basically, I'm flipping the fuck out because I'm bottling up all this shit and it just gets more and more painful as the days go on.

Most of my so-called "friends" stopped talking to me. Great timing, right?! Yeah right.

I was hoping that by the end of June, I will have started to see a new therapist. But how the fuck will that happen?

I'm screwed right now.
Whatever.