My mother drives me totally crazy. First of all, she does not recognize mental illness as a disease. She always says I would be better if i got off the pills. She just doesn't understand that I need these medications to live. If I didn't have them I know I would be dead right now. I just got out of the hospital for the ninth time being treated for severe depression with suicidal ideation. Our mental health center here is closing so we have to find another psychiatrist. I have chosen to go to the psychiatrist that treats me when I am hospitalized but he is two hours away from home. Because I have narcolepsy, I have to have a driver. The date of my appointment is a day that my husband has to work 3-11 so I will need someone else to drive me. I asked my mom if she thought my sister could help me out and she said she didn't know. But, she also said, "I hope they can help you this time!" It wasn't so bad she said it, it was the way she said it. All the times I was in the hospital she never called once to see how I was doing. I feel like I could disappear and no one would even notice except my husband and my daughter. I just had to vent I get so upset.