I had my med review this morning with my psych.
I walked in and kind of accosted her about how much it sucked to have weekly pickups of one of my meds.
I ineffectively tried to explain how this makes me feel. It’s stigmatizing and inconvenient and not helpful. I was angry and it came out and I wasn’t able to keep it in the box.
My bigger problem was that my grief over the situation with my friend is taking over everything. I ended up explaining that to my psych and I think she understood why I was so explosive.
I hope so.
I felt very bad.
I did not win my case about the meds obviously.
It’s just stupid. I’m still frustrated.
I would never violate my relationship with my psych by hurting myself with her meds. Never.
It’s exactly like she doesn’t trust me.
Whatever. It was just a really bad day.
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