Hope's dashed
Yesterday, I had gone to my psychiatrist for the first time in three months hoping that she would have some new plan or medicine for me. While I have been feeling better, there's room for improvement and I was ready to take on whatever concoction she could think of. Instead, she told me that I should stay on my current meds. That's fine, I'm not in any danger, but I wish there was some wonder pill that could fix my motivation and anxiety. she suggests focusing on therapy which is like saying you need to exercise to get better physical results. That's also fine, but I'm so used to my problems being zapped away with a few pills that I'd rather we explore more options. I can't lie to them and say I'm not doing well because I'm fine. That's it though, I'm fine. Not great, just fine. Room for improvement.
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