Frustrated

[lisa in mass.]

I've been without antidepressant meds for over a month now. It was
supposed to be two weeks. On Wednesday, I finally saw my doc, who
gave me prescriptions for the three meds I'm supposed to be
starting on. The pharmacy filled two, but the third needed
insurance authorization, so my doc needed to contact the insurance
company. She hasn't yet. I'm so close to having meds that'll help,
but can't make the doctor take care of the paperwork. I know I'll
get approval, she just has to do it. I'll call her tomorrow and
get on her case about it, but it's so frustrating. Every time I
think it's going to work out, it doesn't. The wall I built that's
keeping my emotions back is about to crumble. I can feel it. I'm
really close to cutting. Suicide's often on my mind lately. I need
help and there isn't any, just meaningless words of encouragement.

Thanksgiving's this week. After that, I'm off the hook for awhile.
If I can't hang on, inpatient's possible. Just a little longer.
And longer. And longer... It's been too long.

[EMS]

OH lisa, still no meds? Or at least, not all of them? That sucks! I
really wish I could help, but I can only offer meaningless words of
encouragement. Kick that doctor's butt, and get those meds.

Emily