Just a quick post...wanted to share my experience with you. Yesterday I called the local mental health center, where they help you find out what to do next, literally. I was calling to find out how to get help with finding a way to get my meds...I was getting monthly scripts from my private psychiatrist, at the tune of $110.00 for a 20 minute visit....meds management, they call it. I cannot afford that in a post-husband, post-insurance, post-husband being employed world.
So I gave the nice woman that answered all of the information about myself that she requested, and I have an appointment next week with an organization that helps people in my situation.
Here's the thing...at the end of our conversation, she asked me if I felt like I wanted to harm myself, and I replied, 'no, I don't think so, I think I'm okay' and she said that if I did that I could call her organization, that there are people there 24/7, and that I could go to another place in town that handles even walk-ins...that there is always somewhere to go and someone to help....I just started crying...when I could get words out again I told her I was just so floored to know that I wasn't alone, that there was help for me if I needed it, that I hadn't expected such thoughtfulness. She was so nice, reassuring me all the way to our final goodbye.
So I felt compelled to post about this encounter...to share with you...to let you know that no matter what you might think, you are not alone, and there is help out there...somebody cares ...