The bad news continues: first the social assistant of the psychiatry told me he considered living together with people with disabilities a bad idea, I tried to convince him that having people around me is good for my mental health, but no dice.
And now the doctor told me they're aiming for discharging me end of May, early June. I wish he hadn’t told me, now I'm filled with dread, agony and stress. I'm not ready yet, I know I'll probably feel differently when it's May but now it feels that they're rushing things
And now the doctor told me they're aiming for discharging me end of May, early June. I wish he hadn’t told me, now I'm filled with dread, agony and stress. I'm not ready yet, I know I'll probably feel differently when it's May but now it feels that they're rushing things
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