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Why is this a person that I know. WHY.

Why is this a person that I know. WHY.

The problem with asking for help…

You know what irks me? We talk so much about how if a person is feeling depressed or anxious or whatnot, they should “seek help,” but honestly, that’s so much easier said than done when you really think about it. Working up to actually asking for help is hard enough, but then actually getting help is beyond difficult, and when you find help, it’s often not that helpful.

For instance: I had to stop seeing my therapist a year ago because she was out of my insurance network and I couldn’t afford to keep seeing her. I had to find a new psychiatrist because I moved to New York. I asked for references from a number of people but none of them were in my network or they weren’t accepting new patients. So, I looked up several on my insurance provider’s website. I spent an afternoon calling about 10 psychiatrists and 10 psychologists/therapists and got an appointment with one. ONE.

So, I went to see the psychologist/therapist two weeks later (that was the earliest intake appointment I could get). Turns out she worked out of her weird apartment in Park Slope, had lots of cats, and wanted to blame all my problems on being adopted. No thanks.

I finally got an appointment with a psychiatrist. I met him in his weird apartment in Gramercy. His walls looked like the doctor’s wall in Garden State - covered with certificates and diplomas, except there wasn’t one on the ceiling. He was an old obese Jewish man who didn’t move from his armchair once - he kept everything in reach of either his arms or cane - and after talking to me for 20 minutes, he simply wrote me scripts for everything I claimed to be currently taking in the doses I requested. (I didn’t lie.) This was a year and a half ago and he has refused to meet with me since.

Last December, I lost my health care coverage and elected COBRA for a while, paying a massive amount of dollars to be able to keep not seeing this psychiatrist and have him renew whatever I asked him to. When I got a new job and new insurance, I discovered my new plan only covered half my required dose for one of my medications, and out of pocket, the other half would cost me upwards of $400 a month. After a lot of calls to the jerk psychiatrist, my pharmacy, and my insurance company, I got it waived and can get my medicine. The pharmacists know me by name and face now and it’s a wonder they don’t hate me.

This is what “getting help” looks like. I still haven’t been able to find a new therapist because pretty much anyone in network isn’t accepting new patients and just generally, it isn’t easy to find someone you like and trust. Even when you find someone, unless your insurance plan has some kind of mental health parity rider that allows for an unlimited number of outpatient visits, you can only go get diagnosed and then have maybe 6 follow-up appointments. SIX. I just made an appointment with a new psychiatrist and hope he is able to get me on a medication that doesn’t make me so lethargic I want to sleep 14 hours a day, and something I can afford, and something that doesn’t make me physically ill, but I damn sure hope he can do it in six visits or less.

The reason I’m doing this at all is because I don’t feel like my current medication is helping me as much as it might - I have a lot of truly terrible days where I feel very unstable and incapable of functioning. But, I don’t experience suicidal ideation ever, and so, I can’t exactly call a crisis lifeline or check myself into a hospital or anything because I’m not about to harm myself. And what do I tell my employers? “Sorry, I need to come in late because I’m in the fetal position crying in the dark and feel like I can’t physically move without the world crashing around me”? That doesn’t exactly fly.

I’m okay, though. I always end up being okay. Not great, ever, but okay. But what about all the people who aren’t? What about all the people who don’t get the level of help they need before they reach the point of crisis? What about the people who can’t afford the help they need, can’t find the help they need, even when they have the courage to ask for it, and end up needing that lifeline or that hospital visit?

Suicide prevention and mental healthcare aren’t only about providing help in crisis situations or medication to those affected who are approaching the end of their ropes. It’s about providing affordable, personal care and support to individuals. I don’t know what the solution is, but I know we have to find one.

IV. Baby

IV. Baby

I hear the baby crying at the other end of the car in shotgun screams pausing only for breath as the train races underground, popping ears and causing discomfort for all but for none so much as this infant whose tiny head must feel as though it is being crushed in a vise grip like a nut in a little handheld nutcracker, the kind that so handily cracks crab shells and lobster claws so someone can…

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Excerpt: Free writing on the back of an Eileen’s Cheesecake order slip

…Mostly, today has been full of water. From my desk, I can see the peace garden and the surrounding apartment buildings.

Excerpt: Free writing on the back of an Eileen’s Cheesecake order slip

…Mostly, today has been full of water. From my desk, I can see the peace garden and the surrounding apartment buildings.

ANTICIPATION.

I always say I feel naked without my glasses, but this is on a whole different level…

I made Moonrise Kingdom love note needlepoint hoops because I was enraged that someone was selling them for $70 on etsy. Except, I don’t really need them or have anyone I want to give them to! Any takers? $10 for cost of materials plus s/h because postage rates just went up again and I can’t afford that nonsense. Unless you’re in the city somewhere, in which case I’d be happy to meet you. Perfect last minute gift for your Valentine! <3

I made Moonrise Kingdom love note needlepoint hoops because I was enraged that someone was selling them for $70 on etsy. Except, I don’t really need them or have anyone I want to give them to! Any takers? $10 for cost of materials plus s/h because postage rates just went up again and I can’t afford that nonsense. Unless you’re in the city somewhere, in which case I’d be happy to meet you. Perfect last minute gift for your Valentine! <3