Monday, October 25, 2010

My mother is making me see a psychologist.
My mother is making me see a psychologist.
My mother is making me see a psychologist.

As soon as exams are finished, she's going to try and get an appointment booked.
Of course, I'm going to try and talk her out of it before then. I'm not sure how effective that will be.
Fucking hell.
This is what comes of telling people things.
I'm going to stop blogging as much. People can find out about me far too easily this way, and all I ever do is complain, so I'm going to stop.
There is nothing actually wrong with me; there are other people who need far more help. Sure, I have my down points, but fuck that, other people have actual problems that they're dealing with.
I might be prone to depression and... tendencies which are less than helpful, but I don't give a fuck. Other people matter more, I don't want to be taking up some psychologist's valuable time when my life is absolutely fine, it's my brain and my responses that are fucked up. You know, I almost started crying in school again today. FOR NO REASON. Let's not waste our time on this waste of space, let's deal with actual important issues.
I've got myself out of severe depression twice. I'm going to continue to be able to do it. I don't need a fucking psychologist, I understand psychology and depression a damnsite more than a number of other individuals.
Let them use their time on someone that's going to be responsive, has real problems, and is worth it, Mother. Not me.
I'm not a child. I can make my own decisions; especially regarding my mental health. I do not want to see a psychologist.


  1. I always feel like I have left a comment - but it doesn't appear when I leave the page. Ugh.

    Anyway, I just wanted to say - Brittany, go to see the psychologist. Maybe this isn't about you. Maybe it is about your mom, and her need to do whatever she can to be a good mom to you. Obviously she wants to give you the very best chance of getting to adulthood happy and, having someone be paid to listen to you? Awesome!! :)

    It's gonna be okay. I promise.

  2. If you think you're fine, agree to see a a psychologist. That why you can get everything of your chest and prove to your mum you are fine. I really do worry about you.