So today has been a little whack. I managed to get all my artwork sent off, and I was satisfied (not pleased, satisfied) with what I completed. I finished the essay and did 2 more studies, which I feel was a bit more substantial than what I was going to send in pre-extension. Happy on the art front.

However, then I got a text from the CAMHS eating disorders team. So to recap, before Christmas I went to an NHS psychiatrist about coming off Citalopram. She basically sussed out I had a lot of issues with food and referred me to an outpatient eating disorders clinic. As I'm a legal adult and not about to drop dead from starvation, the process took rather a long time as I was placed on a NHS slush pile lengthy waiting list. I was told they would get in touch with me in January, and it's now March, so the text I received caught me off guard. They told me I needed to ring up and confirm an appointment they could offer tomorrow morning.

I don't want to see anyone and I don't think I'm sick enough to see anyone.
Ugh.