Thank you so much for responding! And thank you for explaining about the policies of community mental health and your experience with it. That helps me a lot!
I have not talked to my primary care physician about this. I live in a very small community, and I go to church with her. My husband holds a high level position within the community, so it is hard to want to let others in. These are just excuses though. I have been on medication before, and have had success with it. I was hoping to not have to do that. It did seem like the therapy would help me be happy long term, and not just cover it up temporarily like the medication did.
Again, thank you so much for responding. It meant a lot to me.View Thread
This is the first time I have ever posted anywhere like this before. I have suffered from depression on and off for my adult life. Recently, it has come to the point that my marriage was on the line, so I knew I needed help. I began seeing a therapist who was absolutely wonderful. I really connected to him and felt completely comfortable with him. I was finally able to share things I have never been able to share with anyone. I felt hope for the first time in a very, very long time. It seemed like I could be the person I always wanted to become. It truly seemed like this therapist cared about my situation.
After about 5 visits, I found out that my insurance would not pay for services. This is a community mental health clinic. I asked about a sliding fee scale, and was told that my husband makes too much money to qualify. I am a stay at home mom to my four children. The billing person told me I would have to pay $108 per session. There is no way we can afford to pay this. We have student loans, and our health insurance costs take a huge chunk out every month.
I was (and still am) completely devestated. I had shared all this information with my therapist, and now the wounds are so open and raw, and I have no idea how to bandage them up. I have never been able to cry (I always stuffed my emotions) but now I am a complete emotional basket case. I immediately wrote my therapist a letter, telling him of the situation. It has been three weeks, and he has not replied at all. This further devastes me, and I feel like why should I fight for my life when no one else cares either. Life just seems so incredibly painful. If it weren't for my four sons and the trauma they would have without me, I don't know if I could go on.
I guess I just needed to type this out. Thanks for listening.View Thread