I had a pretty good weekend. I was in one of my best moods yet. I had hoped it was the natural meds I am on, but wondered if it was just because DH was home and helping.

Today DH went back to work and life went back to me having to deal with everything and it all came crumbeling down again. More stupid Fridge issues. It looks like we may be without a fridge for up to two weeks. I am just livid over this.

Then I called my medical insurance to talk about seeing the Psychiatrist tomorrow. Guess what? She is not on my insurance. So I can pay $500 to see her. This sucks. We can't afford $500 right now. She is the best around here. Even has a book out. I have an appt. to see her tomorrow. She was so willing to work me into her schedule because she knew how important this is. Now I have to start all over.

I am ready for good news. Something to go the way it is suppose to. I am just so sick of this.

Ugh, so I just looked at my Insurance's approved Psychiatrists. No offense, but I can't pronounce most of their names. The ones I can are Men. So I have like 2 to randomly pick from. This just sucks. Ann specializes in PPD. These other people are just random psychitrists. Just another challenge to not seek help for this.

You know, I have tried to get help. I made an appt. with my MW, but it got cancelled 45 minutes before my appt. because she had a delivery. So I knew I really needed to go, so I agreed to rush over there for an appt. in 15 minutes with the other MW. Then I ended up sitting there for over an hour waiting on her. I almost left.

Now this. I am about to just forget this all. It should not be this hard to try to get help. Makes me understand so much more why women don't seek help.