Not too long ago I went to a different therapist than my usual (having to do with insurance and so on). It was not a terribly successful fit (and that is an understatement) and I'm not going to go see her again but she did mention a possible diagnosis for some of what ails me. Reactive Attachment Disorder ( Read more... )

Lalala - I can't hear you, I say to my brain chemistry.I moved down to a half pill on my meds awhile ago and seemed pretty fine. Stress was normal, could sleep most of the time, all seemed well. Hey, I was even happy most of the time ( Read more... )

'First One's Free, the rest are gonna cost ya!'

Since receiving notice from my work that I'm to be laid off in three months, I've started hoarding my medicine. The lovely pink pills that keep me more or less stable cost about 3$ a pill without insurance. The meds that keep me from going diabetic cost 50 cents and the pills that keep me from ( Read more... )

My new medication (which isn't quite so new anymore) does more than make me less anxious. Or perhaps the way it makes me less anxious isn't what I expected ( Read more... )

A few months ago I finally, after much procrastination, started to see a therapist. Which resulted in a prescription for anti-anxiety/anti-depressant medication and - after a few more weeks of procrastination - I filled the prescription and started taking my pink pills ( Read more... )