I was today on my appointment with psychiatrist.
I wanted meds for my depression and social anxiety, but instead she told me I have to go on rehab.
I was crying my eyes out, but now I’m okay with it.
I’m gonna treat it as some kind of vacations. I’m going to the hospital tomorrow and I hope that they’re gonna take me at the same day.
I’m not really a traveler, but I’d rather to spend vacation in Thailand than in psychiatric ward, but I’m okay with that.
My second vacations are gonna be so much better
I’m happy, that I’m making progress!