[Kate*]

Great, tell me in mere sentences that my mom failed as a parent and that I'm never going to accomplish anything that I want because of the thing that already broke me once. Unless you would prefer I be homeless, she's keeping me alive right now. You're a professional, start acting like it.

There is no safe place to discuss this. Even professionals don't think it's real. And I get attacked in the only "support group" that exists.

Why am I only ready to do things on days when they can't be done? By the time I get to Monday, anxiety and depression have returned full force, my sleep schedule is flipped, so they never get done.

Get a fucking hearing aid, the phone volume is deafening me and you still can't fucking hear it! I have to get through phone anxiety to set up the interview now because you can't tell the difference between a sales/survey person and a job calling for me. How do I know if that number is right?! And I have to figure out how to change this light bulb/get the fixture off or take a shower in the pitch black dark. Don't understand why you don't take care of these things. Could've fixed the light yesterday and the toilet's been broken since JULY.

Also, if I manage to make this appointment today, don't ask why I need it or question therapy effectiveness. If you can't see that I need it by NOW you're really not paying attention.

You people and this "choice" thing. She's a DOG, in a new environment, she's not whimpering by "choice" It's instinct.

Please don't call back until I'm awake enough to do this. That's why I never leave messages!

Interview in an hour, I'm glad I didn't do it in her first available slot, but I just want to get it over with now

Don't really want it, can't afford to pass up an offer. Story of my fucking life. You did this to me.