I live about 20 miles outside of town and though I have the internet, getting in contact via the phone can be tricky as I have to rely on others. My car is out in the yard with some sort of electrical problem I have yet to figure out, so it's not reliable enough to make the 20 mile drive -- or leave the driveway for that matter.
So I missed a day of therapy, and as a result they closed my case. No more medications or therapy. When the effects of the drugs wear off I'll be back to square one again. I'm really not looking forward to it.
I talked with the lady on the phone, she said to check back in a month. I asked her what I should do if the depression gets real bad... she gave me the suicide hotline number --- lot of good that'll do me out in BFE where cell phone reception is poor anyway.
I have to admit... I really don't know how to feel about this. I've been rejected in so many different ways over the last year or so... it's difficult for me to feel surprised anymore.
Down the street I have a friend I can talk to on occasion, I have a very affectionate dog now (I've always had pets of some kind), I have a way to exercise to keep the endorphins high, I have my school work, several projects to keep me occupied, and have reorganized my music so that uplifting music is more prevalent. Also my meals are more complete and I have more of a predictable schedule now. Hopefully I can keep the depression under control.
Last night I had the first nightmare I've had in weeks. I had forgotten how scary they can be.