It’s difficult to write today. The memory loss is getting more severe and it’s scary as hell. I know most people want me to make a joke out of it. When I tell them what’s going on they look at me as if waiting for me to give them a punchline. Keep waiting.
I’m very angry about the whole situation. If the clinic I was in would have bothered to actually learn how to treat PTSD instead of treating me for ordinary depression this would not even be an issue right now. Instead, they declared me fit, because I wasn’t suicidal, and shoved me out the back door knowing full well I had zero outside support.
I never wanted to go back into therapy. I hated it the first time around because the therapists rarely wanted to actually help. It was more one of those “if you think happy thoughts, your life will get better.” In hindsight it was a lot like religion and I was glad to be rid of it.
But now I don’t see any choice. I do hope this time is different. I hope the school therapist has some knowledge.