Living life on the borderline


Posted on: March 25, 2010

I don’t really have much to say.

Saw the family support worker today and talked about money and care plans and work experience (she *thinks* she saw something about work placements with CAMHS for young people. Please please let her be right!) and stoof.

Was meant to be going out tonight, but the weight gain has been so bad that hardly any of my clothes fit anymore. Pulled all my clothes out the wardrobe, threw them everywhere, swore disgustingly, punched the wall repeatedly and now one of my knuckles looks decidely flat. Oops. Not as in control as I’d’ve liked to be.

College interview tommorow! I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to where. Not that I have much choice. Do I take my notebook and diary and look professional? Choices, choices.

To do list:

  • Ring Connexions adviser to discuss work placements.
  • Ring children’s centre to discuss possible job/voluntary work (they’re open on a Saturday, lovely people).
  • Find some clothes that actually fit.
  • Do not go mad.

Okay, I think I can manage that. I think.


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I'm an 18 year old girl/woman/person of the female gender who blogs about growing up, living with mental health problems and her experience with the NHS mental health services, both CAMHS and CMHTs. Expect plenty of teenage angst and general craziness. Nothing out of the ordinary here.

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