So my orthopaedic appointment went well. They're finally treating me as a whole not a diagnosis. Finally doing my own research has finally started to pay off.
Now for my biggest fight yet. My mental health discharge meeting.
I'm not scared. I'm full of strength to drive home who I am and that my family have no idea who that person is.
I'm hoping one day that they'll realise I'm being the person I've known I can be without their drama.
I feel so empowered and in complete control of my own care. It's taken too many years to get here. A failed marriage. And cutting out the family I do actually love unconditionally.
I'm still grieving for the loss of a family who I thought really knew me and supported me. But sadly that's never been the case.
But I will never stop pushing the system in the UK to support myself and other disabled and mentally unwell people properly in the community, and in hospitals. Maybe my case might actually wake up the NHS to actually treat the person as a whole. But I'm not optimistic that the change will ever happen in the real world. But I'll keep hoping that it will one day.
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