I called my pharmacy and called my doctor and called my pharmacy again yesterday to try and get them to refill my prescription without a check up because I’m in a new state with no health insurance. I should really be taking my antidepressants. Especially because I’m stressed out and in a new state with no health insurance.
Got a text this morning saying that my meds are in! It might only a a month’s worth of pills, but it gives me time to try and find a cheap clinic and get a doctor’s approval to continue taking care of my silly brain.
Moral of the story: It is so easy to put this shit off because it doesn’t feel important until after going a couple of weeks without chemical assistance. DON’T DO IT PLEASE. MAKE THE PHONE CALLS OR TRY TO GET SOMEONE YOU TRUST TO DO IT WITH YOU. Your mental well being is so very worth it.
I’m calling this crap out. How is this a fair standard to hold people to? Counselors are licensed professionals who spend years studying psychology, not kids online trying to maintain positive attitudes, often against REALLY difficult circumstances. How are sad teens supposed to know how to approach this kind of thing?
Maybe this is just a joke but it’s tiring watching grown-ass adults complain about kids trying to look out for each other. Cringe all you want but grow up about it and keep your petty grouchiness to yourselves
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I eventually managed to get back into position, thinking vague, five-in-the-morning thoughts about how bizarre it was that a savannah ape was bedding down with a pair of pint-sized predators, and wondering exactly which one of us had been domesticated anyhow, sagged into the mattress, and thought “…my feet are hot.”
It is possible to take a sock off merely by rubbing your foot vigorously against the mattress. Ben woke up enough to gaze vaguely at this spectacle, possibly wondering if a ninja had infiltrated the blankets, but decided that a ninja would not make such a spectacle of itself.** Angus snored a bit more.
I may yet die of cricks in various parts of my anatomy, but at least I’ll die warm.
**Unless it was rabid. There are few things more pitiable and terrifying than a rabid ninja.
thor is always running into little kids who are thrilled to meet him - he doesn’t really understand the concept of signing autographs, but he starts carrying asgardian toys around in his pockets to give to kids he meets (much to shield’s chagrin - how are we…
"we all start out somewhere. remember how i was scrambling up that tower to get that egg like an idiot. what the hell was i doing. i was like goddamn pooh bear in a tree reaching up his fat fuckin pooh paw for some mother fuckin hone."
Dave Strider, Knight of Time.