Starting Therapy, Again :(
I thought I would cover myself my biting the bullet and going to see the psych doc to get some meds. Well, she refuses to give me meds and I don't like her one bit. I practically am begging her to give me something so I can stablalize a little, get back on track and she's telling me no. She says she will not treat me unless I go back to individual therapy and DBT with her coworker.
Somthing I don't want to do at all. But, I know myself and I know i truly do need the meds. I've been fighting for a long while now to maintain and I can't bring it back. I can't do this alone. So I'm going to push through. I'm going to try it because I don't know what else to do. I can see that its affecting my kids, mostly my son and the last thing I want is for this to permeate another generation. I don't want him to relive my childhood. And for him, I would stand naked in times square.
So thursday morning is my 1st therapy appointment and I'm going to go in there and try to be more open and real. Then next week i get to go back to the psych doc and hopefully she will put her pen to the script pad.