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Therapy Woes

18 May

So…I went to see this therapist last week that my psychiatrist recommended I see. I didn’t like it. The building was purple, the walls were pink, the carpet was green, and there were hummingbird things everywhere. It was a bit disorienting. I felt spaced out because of the meds, but she said stuff like “tell me about you, tell me about your childhood” like in the movies and she told me to let the little girl inside of me cry…uh…what? She said I have OCD because I wasn’t allowed to express my emotions as a child…I cried plenty as a child, and I told her this. I don’t have OCD, I’m depressed/anxious because I’m sick and lonely! I feel like she was just making stuff up as she went along. She even told me to come back into the room like she felt I wasn’t there in the room with her…what? I just didn’t like the whole thing, plus she’s super expensive, and I felt sketched out the whole time. I’m not gonna go back, plus I think the meds are working now. I don’t think I need a counselor.

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Steroid Girl: My Life as an Insomniac

7 Apr

Part II

I went to the psychiatrist last Tuesday, and she said that I have major depression after looking at the survey I filled out. We didn’t do too much talking, but I wrote everything down on one of the forms while I was in the waiting room, and she read it. So she gave me Abilify because it works in a matter of 3 or 4 days instead of 4-6 weeks like the other SSRIs that they normally use. She also gave me a vitamin that’s supposed to make the Abilify more effective and she prescribed Ambien instead of the Ambien CR that I’d taken before. She said I’d feel less drugged the next day. The Ambien does make me sleepy, and I yawn a lot, but I still feel a little drugged and sleepy the next day, and I still haven’t been able to sleep through the night with it. She said to come see her this coming Thursday and to see my counselor 2x a week instead of once a week. They decided that I shouldn’t sleep by myself, so tonight will be my first night back in my apartment after staying with friends and my brother’s godmother and such. The psychiatrist is friends with my counselor, and she went to med school where I go now. Oh yeah, and not only did she have a couch (which I sat on), she also had a recliner and a big arm chair. She had a book called “All Cats Have Asperger’s” and a box of tissues that looks like the tissues are coming out of a man’s nose. The psychiatrist wanted the counselor to call her during our appointment so that they could talk about how depressed I’ve been, and now I have to call the counselor like twice a day =/. Also, my stomach has been hurting a lot, but I guess that’s kinda normal at this point. Just rolling with that one. The whole counseling thing is becoming as much of a burden as the depression/anxiety, though, and I’m not even sure if it’s working.