I will paste a copy of my letter underneath but in the meantime I have used dylusions paints and Distress oxides to create this page about my letter. I've used images from Ikes Art to support the page.
I want to let you know that when I last saw you, it wasn’t my idea to have an appointment but that of the person I spoke to on the phone. I was unwell and very scared because I wasn’t coping. I apologised for being there and you told “we’re too accessible these days”. At which point I began to cry, not that it mattered you didn’t notice or if you did you weren’t interested.
It didn’t matter if I said something clearly or stumbled my way through, the courage I’d found after a week of little to no sleep and struggling to speak to you, to ask for help had vanished. I struggled to understand the rest of the conversation but I got the gist I was wasting your time being here, I wasn’t important enough, unwell enough or struggling enough to deserve your time.
I apologised again leaving in tears with your idea of a solution, a prescription you had signed for me, a prescription that changed nothing bar to make me feel worse, yes in your eagerness to get rid of me you hadn’t asked or checked if I could even take what you had given me. I couldn’t, neither did I have the courage or the strength to contact you or any of your colleagues again...I’m just a carer, someone who does nothing and deserves nothing but struggles but most of all I am not worthy of your time.