You're Depressed

And so it drags on. Attended my counselling session which allowed me to blubber and voice, for an hour, how I've been feeling. She was very nice, picked up on verbal and non-verbal cues, paraphrased well and empathized.

She concluded with, "I think you're depressed. You should give anti-depressants some serious consideration." Well, no fucking shit!

"Have you spoken to Dr Mahmoud about it?" How many other ways can I tell him? The first thing I said to him was, "I'd like to talk to you about starting anti-depressants." He must want me to make my first suicide attempt before committing to a diagnosis. I feel even more helpless because he hadn't made any follow-up so I'm stuck in purgatory until the New Year. How can getting a prescription be such a protracted difficult process? How I hate him.