Poem

One of the suicidologists I follow wrote this.

My psychiatrist got back to me late last night but I went to bed and wasn’t going to open the message. I woke up at 130 to pee and was up for a bit. I don’t know if I read the message then or not. But he said we’ll sort it out at the next appt. And I was like that is in fucking July!! So I called today to move up the appt. I see him Thurs. Asshole.

I haven’t done anything all day. I tried working on my paper and nothing was coming to me. I finished the book last night. I didn’t like the ending. Sums up my suicidality.

I never got my blood work done. I woke up at 11 or 12 and it was too late for me to get moving. I went back to sleep. I’ve been spending a lot of time in bed lately. That’s not like me. I don’t care. I was up till 5am or so. I was exhausted.