Meltdown on isle 6

I am working on a total emotional meltdown tonight. Not sure exactly why. I mean, I had a really nice time with my cousin and her girls this weekend. It was fun and I feel like I got quality time with all three of them. My cousin’s grandma was also lovely and very kind. I …

Too hot!

My church meets outside in the summer and today is just too hot for me to attend. I am sad about it, but I’m not going to go and overheat. I’m assuming that next week, because it’s supposed to be so hot, they will move it inside to the air conditioning. Then I can go. …

My psych appointment

No, the rooms don’t really look like this. Anyway, my psych decided that my issues are “therapy” issues and decided not to change my meds. I guess I don’t know how I feel about that. She also suggested that maybe I need to change my living arrangements. I about had a heart attack. Like, I …

Eeek… just sitting here…

I’m just sitting here waiting for my psych to come in the room… I freaking hate this. I just get more and more anxious sitting here. It’s like anything in my brain just evaporates. I’m not sure the nurse I had even knew what the heck she was doing. So… yeah. I am trying to …

Today’s the day…

I see my psych today. I still don’t know what I am asking for when I see her, and that’s kind of bad since she’s usually pretty collaborative. If I’m not collaborative, she will run off on her own and try something and then it can turn into a mess. So I like to have …

I was right…

I’m swimming in anxiety. I have a day and a half to do this. Ugh. I have no idea how I’m going to manage. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not sure my psych can do anything about how I’ve been feeling anyway, and anything she does do, (if she does something), will take a bit …

Two days….

I have two days until I see my psych. I have no idea what she will want to do, if anything, to my meds. Last time was a total and complete disaster. Maybe I should ask her to leave them alone, and just work on my issues in therapy, but I’m not sure if it’s …

The nurse called

Yay! Good thing I was awake! My psych is returning me to the old med I was on, (which wasn’t super effective, but didn’t make me suicidal), and I can go back and see her next week. So that’s promising. I’m going to be a better advocate for myself next week and tell her that …

And she didn’t call…

Boo. That sucks. I’m thinking either my psych had too many calls to catch up on from last week, or she decided since I pulled the med myself that I’m “fine.” Whatever. I mean, not “whatever” because I kind of needed to talk to her, but I can’t control it or make her call me …

Ramble ramble…

I’m feeling better from the med, but I’m still having a hard time. I mean, obviously things weren’t all roses or she wouldn’t have decided to change up my meds. I just want to feel like myself again. This room is honestly disgusting. There isn’t food laying about or anything, (and honestly, no judgement if …