Since I don't have any insurance, or money!, a few weeks ago I called the County to see if they had a program that helps with Mental Health like where I used to live. Surprise! They don't! This State talks up Health Care and has some amazing programs but what about mental health?? Have they no idea how important it is??
So I found a center which see people and charges them based on a sliding scale, and they are reimbursed from the Government with a grant. Problem is, they have SO MANY clients that they are constantly booked to the max and it's next to impossible to see the DR to get a prescription. So you sit in with a counselor each week and wait...and wait...and wait. Now if you've been to counseling you know that it takes AT LEAST 3 weeks for that person to get to know YOU. This place is so packed they are now converting us into 'Group Sessions' and I really would like to know what good am I going to get out of it? My therapist barely knows anything about me and starting Tuesday I will be in a Group talking about the local fruit market. I told her I would be willing to go into Group IF this means that I will get to see the DR. so I can get my meds. (I can get a prescription from my family dr but it is $160/mth compared to this clinic at $5!)
After speaking to one of my bffs the other day -- she has a month's supply of Cymbalta that she wants to mail me...I took a 30mg I had left over that I was saving. I have a few 60mgs and hopefully her supply will come soon. I really can't stand myself. The panic attacks are common and, in plain english, I am just a miserable person.
Not everyone does well on Cymbalta. Have you seen that little cartoon email with the anti-depressant Fuckitol? The pix of the pill is a 60mg Cymbalta. They are THAT good. I lost weight...I just didn't care about anything. We'll get into that later...
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