This is not an uplifting post….just a warning.
Whatever my professional diagnosis, I teeter between a somewhat level emotional state and a “oh no, I’m slipping into the abyss”.
Being that I don’t completely trust my psychiatrist (just as I don’t trust any doctor) and the fact that one of the pills I’m taking has been a constant battle with the scales, the last time I met with him we discussed reducing a couple of my pills. I was so happy to get rid of the one making me gain weight.
Unfortunately, that is the magical pill for me.
I’m so mad that I have this illness. I’m so mad that I have to take medication. I’m so mad that the illness makes me fight just to function whether on medication or not. Off medication my fight turns to defeat.
So, there. I’ve gotten that off my mind. Maybe I’ve made room for some positive thinking and acceptance.
For now, this is how I live. Perhaps in the future I will not need medication, perhaps I will. I will accept it. I can always buy a larger size in clothing. 😀
Ima gunna make it, because I can.