Why do thoughts always seem to wander to that same old dark place whenever you have to face the least bit of difficulties?

I think I'd rather live in a box on the street and starve than keep on fighting with the Social Insurance Institute about my sickness benefit.
It never ends, does it? They want their psychiarist to diagnose me, eventhough my T is also a psychiarist. Do they not BELIEVE her diagnosis or why do they HAVE to keep on tormenting me? It took me 3 months to be able to talk about at least SOME personal stuff with my own doctor, and now I'm supposed to do that with a someone new (whom I do not get to choose) in just 1,5 hours!

I'm just so tired with all of it...