My mental health care co-ordinator is off sick at the moment. I have not been seen by anyone at my local mental health facility since early July.
There were supposed to be 2 workers who I could contact by phone if my worker went off sick. So more than a month ago I requested a phone call and was informed that I was not allowed one because patients were being allocated temporary workers. It had taken me so long to find the courage to use the emergency phone call to be told it was no longer available to me pulled the rug out from under me.
Instead I've had emergency phone calls with duty workers but no allocated temporary worker until last week when I got voicemail message followed up by a letter introducing me to my new temporary worker.
Today I was due to meet my new temporary stand-in care co-ordinator for the first time. In fact I should have been meeting with her right now.
Instead, I had a message on my voicemail this morning informing me that she has gone sick.
Oh the irony of it. And the frustration too. And so the lack of support goes on!!
I am a survivor of extremely severe ritualistic childhood abuse and sadistic systematic torture. This blog has helped me get my voice back and documents the journey I'm on to heal from the trauma and damage caused by that appalling abuse. Now is the time for me to tell of MY experience by speaking the truth about MY life. I will be silenced no more! On this blog I share MY life, MY healing journey; helpful quotes/stuff I come across and MY thoughts along the way. The more I speak out the more liberated I am from the shame and trauma of the abuse. My broken wings are gradually being repaired. Without God in my life I wouldn't still be here. But somehow, I keep on staying alive, surviving and rarely, occasionally, living a little!