TGIF everyone shouts.
Weekends are great. No school, no work. Family together. Lazy mornings.
There is also nobody around.
The CMHT are closed. Even though they usually aren't much help, sometimes just knowing it's an option can be helpful.
The GP surgery is shut. The two professionals who I feel listen to me. The two people who have made me feel that I am worth saving are enjoying a well earned rest.
The hospital is run on skeleton staff. The thought of being admitted at a weekend fills me with dread. No leave, no consultant, no groups. No visitors. Long, long, lonely days of nothing.
Of course there's the crisis team. Someone different every day. They know they can't help. They know I don't trust them. They don't see the point and neither do I.
You can't be mad at a weekend. Take your pills and try not to kill yourself, OK? We will help you again on Monday.
OK brain. It's Friday. Shut the F*** up and wait until Monday. The support probably won't be any better then either but at least there is an opportunity to try.
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