I had my first dream the other night about trying to kill myself. About situations that were so mundane and silly in real life vut in my depressed state andin my dream, it was getting tom the point of becoming the straw that broke the camel's back.
I stopped going to therapy.
I don't like her. I don't need someone to justify my actions and feelings by reiterating that I was neglected. I don't feel she was helping me move on or move forward. Just holding my hand and telling me that I'm not different, not strange, not weird and I've been neglected and don't know better. I don't want to be a victim of my childhood. I don't want to be treated as a victim. I want to learn what I haven't and learn to be a healthy, mature adult.
Back to my dream though...good thing that I made my psychiatrist appointment in October for the in case couldn't find someone else.
He is a child, adolescent, adult psychiatrist, his office is covered in toys, he has a calendar up of my favorite dogs, which we both share a passion for, and he was very easy to talk to. That's very important.
I went to a psychiatrist once and all he did was sit back and stare at me. It was weird and uncomfortable.
So, Dr. miller listened to my feelings and symptoms and seemed very confident about this medication Levox CR.