Car mechanics

This is my personal opinion from my personal experience.

I would never think or talk about "my GP".

Whatever happened to doctors who actually seemed to care about people, not only the sick system


(I live in the uk )

I found a good GP. I just got the system to enter me as her client. I met her a couple of years ago while I was "hospitalized at home"( they discharge you and send you home while in fact you should continue to be at the hospital, in my opinion. But they want to save money. To me it was a hard time because I don't have family members to help me out. Anyway) She came home often to check on me and was excellent. At that time I had another GP. Her office was just one block from home. What an awful woman! Each visit to her office was like a torture to me! She would ask me every single detail of my background every time and give me that look and tell me she did not know if I was going to survive beyond this year as my condition is too fragile. It made me sick. I never imagine you can find a doctor like that. I think she is crazy.
I have spent a lot of time last year and the year before to switch doctors and finally I did. And now, I will have my first appointment with the new one in a couple of weeks. Then I expect to get a new psychiatrist as well because the last one got out of the system and I did not bother to get a new one, as I was waiting to get my new GP first. Not that they always work together, but sometimes they do. And then I just managed without a psychiatrist for a couple of years. But now I am not doing well. I need support. But I do not know if I want meds again. Here, some psychiatrists use psychoanalysis, hope to get one of those.
Anyway, some GPs are OK, but they need to be found.
Sending you a hug

Slot machine therapy, see GP, get put on meds, given CBT
This bear does not compute
This bear is "broken" grrr

"I have these thoughts, so often I ought, to replace that slot with what I once bought. 'Cause somebody stole my car radio and now I just sit in silence.
Sometimes quiet is violent.
I find it hard to hide it, my pride is no longer inside. It's on my sleeve, my skin will scream, reminding me of who I killed inside my dream. I hate this car that I'm driving, there's no hiding for me. I'm forced to deal with what I feel. There is no distraction to mask what is real. I could pull the steering wheel." - Twenty One Pilots, 'Car Radio'.

Even as a "car mechanic", the woman I saw last year was a thief.