Since my turbulent weekend there has been nothing else than turbulence. Social services, employment services and the social insurance office are like a bunch of fish-(dicks) sticks.
I have told
them and I have given them 100% right to talk to each other authority to
authority, an oral and written consent to waive the confidentiality they have.
But jet, they haven’t and now they blame me for that.
So Wivian, my psychologist called them at our session, and talked them down. And now, I like Wivian even more. She really stood up for me when the authorities took advantage of my illness and talked me down, they made me feel like a victim. Which also resulted in a major panic attack right before we should go to Wivian. I was a mess when I came there, I almost couldn't move.
So Wivian, my psychologist called them at our session, and talked them down. And now, I like Wivian even more. She really stood up for me when the authorities took advantage of my illness and talked me down, they made me feel like a victim. Which also resulted in a major panic attack right before we should go to Wivian. I was a mess when I came there, I almost couldn't move.
And now I
have thousands of papers to fill and post before I can come any further, toward
a less fucked up future.
I rather
leave this week in the present and on I go with today.
I had a
lesson from Wivian. She said.
“See
yourself as a bus driver, all your troubles and all those authorities are just passengers.
You’re in total control of where you’re heading, you have total control. Just
stay on the road and avoid the ditches and you’ll be fine. “
Fine words,
but it’s hard. I will try my best... as usual.
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