I went to a doctor to get a sick note for work. Told them I’m having a depressive episode, talked to my therapist about that etc. They told me “no can do, you need a note from your therapist, otherwise everyone could come and just get a few vacation days.” Now I either need to contact my therapist to get that fucking note and go back there or go to my old doctor who is an hour drive way from my house. (I moved last year.) Even though I do understand where the doctor was coming from I don’t really understand. How hard can you make it for people that are already on the edge of their psychological capacity? Like, if I would have had a cold they would have given me the note. If I had a fucking migraine (which you also can’t see) they would have given me the fucking note. But me being brave telling them about my fucking depression gets a “no”. I left the office and immediately started crying because I was so overwhelmed and all I could think was, “I wish I cried in there”, because those tears are this disgusting illness and then they might have seen. Ironically I was scared to go to the doctor because I feared they wouldn’t believe me. Well, I’m now sitting on the train getting to the doctor that’s one hour away. Awesome.
