I'm working hard on healing, growing, and moving past the pain. Yet people are more than happy to keep dumping more, and more onto me. Seemingly endless amounts of it . . .

I keep having my meds upped, and now I'm going to have to have my anti-depressant changed becuase I'm in as much pain now, as I was when I started on welbutrin and that with having increased to the point where it was toxic.

Now I'm on max welbutrin, and tranquilizers that used to render me useless and basically drunk and out of it. Now I'm still in pain, still living with fear, uncertainty and so much more and people keep handing me more.

Friday Social Security calls the local police and has me taken to the rubber room. Almost wound up stuck there on a 72hr hold . . . Why, because they beat the crap out of me verbally and emotionally and they KNOW I cannot take that, they have doctors notes as part of my disability file.

My therapist is great, if a bit more positive than helpful. My PDoc has had to be changed because he wouldn't listen, and wasn't reading my file and just mad up his own mind what I was thinking and feeling. WRONG!!!

I need more help than I'm getting, I need protection, I need help, and I'm not getting any . . . I tried to have my social changed so that me ex and in-laws cannot find me, and they chased me out of the building, and THEN had me picked up for a hold just for trying to do it. Mind you I have paperwork that proves enough DM to qualify but no . . . They had me dropped into a rubber room . . .

What does a girl have to do to get some REAL help in Jersey???