Left Hanging

Took a half day from work to go to my psychiatrists appointment.
The appointment was horrible. I had to repeat my story and get questioned all over again to a new junior psychiatrist. 40mins of talking/crying.

I asked about the T3 tablet and she knew nothing about it. She agreed that yes I am slipping and something needs to be done , but I am apparently a complicated case to treat.
She is going to speak to the consultant psychiatrist who I am meant to be seeing but he has fobbed me off with the junior (who my GP has already talked to!) and phone me within a few days with more information.
I feel completely let down and 'what is the point in all this'.

I came home in the car hardly being able to see because of the tears. Sat at the harbour for  a few minutes and then headed home to the bottle of wine (which I'm  not allowed)  This is too hard.