I called the "new" place... (aka: the local hospital known for psych care)... and they were able to get me in 8 weeks from now.

They were literally a last resort. (Psychiatrists around here are shocking rare... probably because they all work at this hospital.) But the doctor I'm seeing has amazing reviews. Like 5 out of 5 stars and multiple reviews.

Part of me still feels like I'm admitting defeat. Like I'm voluntarily walking into the psych ward.

Or like when you're on a diet but gain weight so you have to buy the size larger in pants. I mean you're excited to get new pants, but still disappointed a little bit.