Another tough day. Even though I contacted my pdoc in crisis yesterday he never got back to me. This only made me more paranoid about asking for help.

Thankfully my T called me this afternoon and spoke to me for half an hour. I was very anxious, paranoid, and suicidal. He managed to convince me to take Seroquel as I feel scared of it for some reason. He again suggested hospital but I’m too freaked out by the idea. He asked me to contact him in two hours to advise if I took the Seroquel. Once he knew I had taken it and was a little calmer he stopped talking Hospital. If he hadn’t of made the time for me today I’d hate to think what I would have done.

Unfortunately, now it’s the weekend so I have no access to pdoc or T till Monday at the earliest. Not that there is much they can do. I need this to go away. I can’t cope much longer. So much is going on that I can’t say.