The woman who did my assessment and safety plan was supposed to make sure everything was done correctly so I could see my therapist today. She said multiple times she wasn’t staying over due to it being her boyfriend’s birthday. I guess she really didn’t. I’m glad that’s more important than me killing someone and myself. I am so pissed at her behavior. I worked in a group home and would never be so unethical and unprofessional. Now I have to wait until October 13th. If I had a savings account I’d honestly just go to a psych ward even though I hate them because I don’t want to participate in society or have to work right now. I still am not okay even if I’m not having those thoughts or making plans anymore. I want to scream. I’m trying to get help then the professional fucks it up for me. If I go to the psych ward I’m handing her the fucking bills.