I had my six week check in on Monday, and like I said, I was pretty happy to see my psychiatrist. I get asked all the same questions. How's your depression? You anxiety? Are you having suicidal or homicidal thoughts? How are you sleeping? How are you eating? Abusing any substances?
Depression is pretty good.
Anxiety is a little higher than normal as of the past week or two.
Some nights are better than others.
Trying to continue eating better, but eating 3 meals a day.
No. Not unless you count the meth and speed the hospital thinks I'm taking. (If you don't understand this joke, click here for the story.)
How do you think your meds are working?
Well, when I remember to take them in the morning, they do a pretty good job.
I got scolded.
I knew I was going to be. I saw it coming from a mile away. And I needed it. I haven't missed ANY of my pills since. I just needed another kick in the butt.
So what did we establish?
While I'm making leaps and bounds not only with my general mental health, I'm getting better and trying to steady my thought processes and I'm starting to handle tough situations better. My psychiatrist left my meds alone! I love it when that happens.
We both still think I have a long ways to go before we can start talking about reducing my medication and possibly taking me off of it. She also wants me to start therapy again since my anxiety is creeping up again. We want to catch it before we hit the holiday season and I really risk losing all my marbles.
I'm starting to really see where I'm improving and what I still need to work on. And I'm so glad I have such a wonderful psychiatrist to help me and listen to me rant and rave.
Cause let's face it... I'm still a little crazy...
But in the best possible way...