The struggles of a bipolar, native Mainer, who took a detour to California, before returning her native land to do right by her grandmother. Sounds like the synopsis of a Hallmark movie, doesn't it? Let's hope that it takes fewer tears to reach the happy ending.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Quick Update
I see the psychiatrist on Monday morning, bright and early. If I don't like this one I have another option in Bangor and they will take me as soon as possible due to the results of an assessment my therapist asked me to take. If I'd taken the assessment back in September, I would probably have seen a psychiatrist by now but my therapist didn't know about their particular assessment at that time, so I've been waiting 4 months. To break it down, anything 8 or above on the assessment isn't great and I scored a 15. It's like I'm a ticking time bomb or something. Anyway, therapist doesn't want me worrying about it so I'm not. I just want to find the right combination of meds and find something that resembles normal. Wish me luck, as the next couple of months could be a little rocky while we figure out the meds and stuff.
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