I just met with my social worker.
I cried. And now I'm angry. But equally another part of me is still crying, deep down inside, where no one can see.
I no longer meet the criteria to receive support from social services. No care, no social worker for back up, no nothing.
She got that I'm not happy. And she said if I wanted to ring her and complain and scream and swear at her I could.
But then again she probably only said that because she realises that I'd never have the nerve to do that.
If only I did.