called crisis line

I called mobile crisis and she pissed me off royally trying to force me to cooperate with the agenda set out.  Basically, stop the initial crisis and pass the person off on another agency without ever accidentally giving a crumb of promise of anything.
Nothing.  I took the number for the domestic abuse group but I really don't feel optimistic about them either.
still, I keep wondering, if I call them, do they have any real concrete ideas how a middle aged handicapped woman with no support can get by without her husband.  I really believe they don't but I want them to prove me wrong.
so tomorrow I'm more likely to spend it still in crisis, arguing with annoying strangers who try and force me to obey.
She got to where she kept interrupting me to try and impress on me the urgency of going to the hospital right now.  Tried to get my address and come over to force me.  ignored my point that I need to want to live, saying "well that's your choice" and similar phrasing.  couldn't really point out any reason to live except that my dog needs me.  duh.  that's the point of the suicide plan, eh?
she really pissed me off and underscored my primary problem, I don't get along with anyone and they don't like me for it.
Nobody can tell me why I should live.  They see it as I do, there is no concrete reason to continue my life.  I'm unwanted, unloved, and unwelcome.  I keep going out there, on the social networks, by calling the crisis center, seeking someone to give me one shred of evidence that I'm worth saving and none of them can.  Except the philosophical thing about how humans lives are all precious and you never know someone's potential.
that doesn't save the kid starving in africa or open the doors to more refugees, why should it save me?

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