The (mis)treatment plan

Somehow it seems this is set to be a year of change; inside and out.

Maybe move job, maybe move house, maybe end T if I run out of cash. Thanks NHS, thanks government. Too rich (ie employed) for free treatment, too poor to afford private, stuck in limbo somewhere between sane-and-poor or mad-and-solvent.

The only way to qualify for any help is to give up and have a total breakdown, lose job, lose home etc. Shame about the high-functioning part of me that won't give up.

Funny how one "acquires" responsibilities along the way. The responsibilities don't care if I get better they only care that I keep being responsible. If I fail to achieve, to provide, to "be" then they will go on to their next provider. Those trying to help (but being paid to do so) will find others to help.

Is it possible to get any work done in therapy when you are all the time worrying about where the next payment is coming from? Am I therefore wasting time and money?

Anyone got a dry cardboard box I can move into? It's starting to rain.