My Journey To Normality (Part 1)

It's so annoying how little help there is for people with mental health. Even when I faced my fear of getting help and actually went to A&E to see the mental health liaison team you're met with scepticism. I was actually asked if I was just crying out for attention! When you've finally convinced them that there is something actually wrong with you and managed to somewhat control the high levels of anxiety you're under the help you've waited so long to get is... a bunch of booklets. Yup. Booklets. Booklets that you've got to go through and pick out ones that you think might help and self refer yourself too. So I've got to go through all the anxiety of getting help all over again with someone different. Most of the booklets are just clubs that serve to distract but not cure or counselling you've got to pay for. It would be so much easier just to kill myself. I know the resources are limited but some guidance wouldn't go amiss. It's just so frustrating and it feels like no one cares, there's nothing that is gonna help and I'm gonna be like this forever. All the while if you're in university they have special mental health apartments and therapists right at your fingertips. I hate how everyone else gets everything handed to them and I'm left alone to work everything out myself. I HATE LIFE!