I am sitting at my new little desk, looking out over the lake
while contemplating some important decisions regarding my future.
With the beginning of the new year I was able to make some changes
in my heath care. My parents offered to pay if I found help outside of
the local psychiatric system (which has broken down completely now).
I think for the first time I may have found people who actually understand.
It's scary as shit, that shiny sliver of hope dangling in front of me.
My new therapist and doctor both think I should be put on sick-leave.
Since I've been out of a job for a while I may not qualify for benefits,
but it's an avenue I have decided to pursue.
Who knows, maybe 2016 is the year I finally start to heal?