Category: medication
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6 Months Later… I Am Not Okay And Sinking Fast
“6 months later, where has it gotten me? Sinking into a deeper depressive hole that is rapidly circling the drain.”
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Move Over CVS, There is a New Competitor in Town
“Okay, Stephanie, let’s regroup. You are not insured. Your psychiatrist is out on maternity leave. All of your Express Scripts prescriptions have been canceled. And, most importantly, you now have five days left on your antidepressant. FUCK!”
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My New Family… The Barnes & Noble Book Event
“They say blood is thicker than water, but I do not believe that.”
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This Time is Different
“Why is this time different? Why am I struggling so much? Why isn’t it over yet?”
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Thank You!
Call it part of a Depressive’s “12-Step” Program, but I feel the need to say thank you to the people in my life that have contributed to my better health and wellness. Considering the decades that I’ve struggled, this list can become rather lengthy but I will narrow it down…
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Living With Someone Who Is Mentally Ill: Interview with My Daughter
My daughter has seen it all. From her oceanic blue eyes in her cherub baby face to now, almost 12 years later. She is a remarkable child who has not only witnessed her mother’s hysterics (& panic attacks, drastic weight loss and days of not getting out of bed) but…
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Living With Someone Who Is Mentally Ill: Interview with My Husband
I was approached by a friend of mine who offered up the suggestion on doing an interview series with family members on what their thoughts and feelings were concerning my Mental Illnesses. I have to admit, I had been toying with this idea for a long time and at this…
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When All You Can Do Is Blame Yourself For Your Daughter’s Diagnosis
I tried to hold my tears back as I stared into my daughter’s oceanic blue eyes. I could feel them welling up, feel the moisture increasing. Not here, not now, not in public, Stephanie. But, to be cliché, the dam was about to break. A tear or two escaped. My…
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When You Fear Yourself
There were brief moments, tiny myopic moments, seconds that I could see my reality. In these moments of lucidity, I became scared. I was frightened at what I was becoming and how fast my body and brain were transforming. Fortunately (or unfortunately) these moments of clarity were scarce because my…
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