Newwie:
I don't mean to sound like I am bragging and/or dramatic, but my new psychiatrist saved my life.
Ill for 9 long years, subjected to all kinds of meds, ECT's, hospitalizations and nothing was working. Life was a mess, a prison and I accepted the fact that I would never be well again. I was collecting disability (Canada), and had no ambition to ever earn a wage, so why would there be a future? The big thing was the cost of my meds and luckily my hubby's plan, although not great, at least covered most of the cost.
Anyways, back to great pdoc. My bozo pdoc that I had for most of those black years went on holidays and this new doc replaced him in the meantime. Talk about luck. He actually sat down with me and went over my history, asked me to describe the bipolar II that I was diagnosed with and placed me on the correct med combination, and that was the beginning a blissful life. Even though his plate was full with other patients, he took me on as his patient. And so, I flourished. New meds, frequent appointments that lasted more than 6.5 minitues, and excellent care and advice.
Now I am working full-time for a bank, and my passion for writing has resurfaced. It is a struggle at times, but with my fantastic hubby's support and this new pdoc., the future is so much brighter. Some days though, I feel like giving up, I won't lie.
Yes, I feel bad bragging, but I tell you, one day you will be joining me on a positive note. I wish you so much luck in health and happiness. Lots of will and determination are needed though while climbing the ladder to wellness. No looking back, and gone are the days for me seated in the corner of a dingy hospital room planning my demise.
Hugs.
Deb