So, I went to my meeting. It was bizarre. It was me and 3 other people. My therapist, my care co-ordinator, access and assessment mental health nurse.
I sat there, they all looked at me, and no-one said anything. Bearing in mind that I can only manage to say " I don't really know" to eveything, it was all a bit awkward. I was desperate to be back in my lounge under a massive blanket wanting to die !
Then the million dollar question " What do you think we could be doing for you Louise ?" OMG I don't know. I don't know what's available , I don't know what I need, I don't know anything !
So finally it is agreed that I will have support over the weekend to reduce the likelyhood of me attaching a hosepipe to my exhaust. Then, we review again next week.
Is any of this truly helpful ? I don't know what will help but I'm not sure a 5 minute phonecall and a short home visit is going to make any difference.
Sorry for the moan, but thanks again for the support.
Then it begs the question " What do I need ?" and I can't answer that.
I feel suicidal, frustrated and hugely vulnerable.