Not much yesterday nor today, dear reader. I go for my walks and such. Tomorrow I will however go to another town to meet a psychiatrist and psychologist. This was many thanks to my mother who stubbornly searched for the help anywhere else except here in this town I’m in. She wants to go to the bottom with all of this. So these people managed to find me a time just like that, and I’m on a appointment already tomorrow.

All this happened so fast and I really wanted that too. It’s though not for free. Far from it. First visit will be $161. Then it will be cheaper. But I don’t care. Because these people seems to be very professional - unlike those I had to meet in my hometown. I’m fed up with eating wrong pills, I’m fed up getting treated bad. I’m fed up getting in to the hospitals and being examined and treated like a Guinea pig. So if these people from the other town is the key to all of this - then I’m all in.

All this is having an impact on my mind, how I can’t sleep normally because all of these events. The moment I close my eyes then I start to see everything I was through during September-October. That I was at different facilities for 1,5 months. That they tested me with all kind of tests, humiliated me with it and so on. That I was helpless. Alone. It’s a f—king miracle that I’m still here, and can tell You what I went through. So that is I welcome that help from the professional psychologist and psychiatrist. To examine me and to help me for real.

Now I’ve wrote one of those big posts I used to write here in the past. But it had a purpose, and that is to give you the big picture on how things can easily fall apart, then suddenly an helping hand offers to help you for real. With real help. The help you wanted for years but never got. And remember for yourself too, dear reader:

"If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door." - Milton Berle

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