I liked when I went into my GP practice as a last resort, crying hysterically, like "Please I need to see someone, I'm like, suicidal and might basically head to a train station now", and the receptionist said he would "pass the message on". Legend.— Hannah Jane Parkinson (@ladyhaja) August 7, 2018
A full two years between me saying 'I don't know if I'm going to kill myself' and them offering me group finger painting as a remedy.— Benjamin G. Wilson (@BenWritesFilth) August 7, 2018
Then I moved house and no one's bothered to check in since.
'Art therapy', then they showed me the poster paints.— Benjamin G. Wilson (@BenWritesFilth) August 7, 2018
I was like 'I am a knitwear designer and author, all I fucking do is art, and it's not helping.'
They said 'It might help you get in touch with your feelings'.
Me, weeping: Do I seem to need more contact with them?
It was the interview where I told them 'maybe a lot of the problem is that I've been at imminent risk of homelessness for most of my adult life, and I can't always afford food'.— Benjamin G. Wilson (@BenWritesFilth) August 7, 2018
That, it turns out, was 'catastrophising'. I got a CBT print out with clip art cats. I'm cured now.