a startling development
I've got a migraine but I promised myself I would write something today.
So.
Alaine was recently diagnosed Bipolar 2. She's learning to cope through therapy and medication. Bob was also diagnosed Bipolar 2 - a while ago, actually. He's self-medicating with denial. This shit is known to run through families. It is believed that our mother is also Bipolar 2 but she's got too much else wrong with her to ever improve.
I've been slogging through life for the last 15 years with a diagnosis of depression & anxiety, but there's an excellent chance that one therapist's "depression & anxiety" is anothers "Bipolar 2". The DSM is just vague enough that these big pharma chefs can throw their pill pasta at my wall for a very long time before anything sticks.
I'm trying to get an appt with a shrink. Going through my insurance, I have to call an 800 number and wait for some twat in another state to find a doctor accepting new patients. I mean a doctor IN THE CITY. When I called after Sushi died they put me through to someone 3 hours away by bus. I'm open to the possibility of finding my own therapist and paying out of pocket, but it would mean severe cutbacks in my already pared down lifestyle.
I'll figure something out. I always do!
So.
Alaine was recently diagnosed Bipolar 2. She's learning to cope through therapy and medication. Bob was also diagnosed Bipolar 2 - a while ago, actually. He's self-medicating with denial. This shit is known to run through families. It is believed that our mother is also Bipolar 2 but she's got too much else wrong with her to ever improve.
I've been slogging through life for the last 15 years with a diagnosis of depression & anxiety, but there's an excellent chance that one therapist's "depression & anxiety" is anothers "Bipolar 2". The DSM is just vague enough that these big pharma chefs can throw their pill pasta at my wall for a very long time before anything sticks.
I'm trying to get an appt with a shrink. Going through my insurance, I have to call an 800 number and wait for some twat in another state to find a doctor accepting new patients. I mean a doctor IN THE CITY. When I called after Sushi died they put me through to someone 3 hours away by bus. I'm open to the possibility of finding my own therapist and paying out of pocket, but it would mean severe cutbacks in my already pared down lifestyle.
I'll figure something out. I always do!