Yesterday, was my visit with to the psychiatrist. I was looking forward to this meeting as I had high expectations. I was hoping to be able to change my treatment and to end this strategy to keep me slightly depressed to avoid potential damaging hypomanic phases. This is killing me slowly as I find myself … Continue reading Trip to the psychiatrist.
Every single morning is the same thing. I can’t get up! The alarm is on snooze for at least half hour until I find a way to kick myself out of bed. I have no choice as I have to drive my boys to school. We are so isolated that even the school bus doesn’t drive … Continue reading I Don’t Do Mornings Well.
I have been searching high and low for some “historical mentor” or some inspiration to help me express my thoughts. I have limited my search to the 20th and 21st centuries. Anything before that seemed irrelevant for the message I’d like to convey. After days of research, I believe I have found it. It is … Continue reading Mentally ill people are living in 1963!
I think it is fair to say that all of us had his/her doubts and bouts with medicine. Intellectually we all know and understand that it is the right thing to do but we still question whether or not to take them. Unfortunately, we don’t have a “bipolar medicine”. What we have is usually a … Continue reading Medicine; a love-hate relationship.