In the days between ExMas and New Year, I saw my psych. I don't think it went well, but I was happy to put it down to him having a bad day. It seemed really busy, he was running late, whatever.

After I explained how bad things were and that I'd been thinking about calling the emergency (CAT) number... he gave me advice that I thought was pretty poor. In fact, he didn't really seem to be taking anything in. His advice to me was that I needed some space, so I should either go hang out in a library and read the papers, or I could find a nice park and sleep on a bench.

I just don't see how a guy with an expensive degree can suggest to a suicidal person that they should be a bag lady. So I thought 'whatever', and asked for a new script.

When I got home with the script, he'd given a suicidal person WAY too many pills. Had to call a friend and ask them to hold on to them for me.

Saw my counsellor lady today (last time, she's moving on), and it turns out the psych is moving on, too. He's a registrar. So she made my next appointment for after he's gone. She reckons her replacement is good, so that's something.

I'm trying out a new GP this arvo. First thing is to just sit down and see whether they can accept that I'm mental - but not a hysterical idiot. If they can grasp that concept then I'll think about catching up with ten years of not bothering to see a doctor, and seeing crap doctors who do nothing for me.