… was brought to my attention only weeks ago. Interestingly – I must have suppressed memories of those incidents for decades. Today, I filled out and mailed the questionnaire that goes to a so-called “clearing desk”. They’ll decide, if I’ll be eligible for special funding (around 13,000,- $ tops), from which I could pay therapy I otherwise can’t get funding for nor keep the money I’d – hypothetically speaking – manage to make myself to pay for treatment. Decision on this won’t be due any sooner than anywhere between seven and nine months from today. In other words: I might know around Christmas, whether or not I’ll be accepted into the program.
I need some really powerful medication to make it until then… And I’m about lost as to what that medication can be. Food and booze don’t work any longer.