I’m diagnosed bipolar, PTSD, general anxiety, and social anxiety. The obvious medical solution is to drug me. I see a psychiatrist, therapist, peer support specialist, a case manager, and of course a primary care doctor.
I’m starting to think I’m sane, but they’re making me crazy, joking of course. But it’s a lot to manage. There is a certain amusement in sending someone with social phobia to meet all of these “professionals.”
My medicine cabinet is beginning to look like a pharmacy. I’m afraid people will look inside and run.
Add the doctor that just did my hernia surgery and the urologist that may be doing my vasectomy, I have the resources to open my own pharmacy and hospital.
The funniest part is that my moods still aren’t stable and I’m still depressed. All I can do is keep fighting.
Remember to smile,