I’m sorry, but I didn’t realize it was September instead of August until I filled a mountain  of forms at the new psychiatrist’s office yesterday. Consequently, all the resent posts dated 8/ something were really 9/ something

Being off Prestiq is helping. The med added yesterday has also helped – well, sort of anyway. I guess I can’t expect things that dominated my life for decades and have only been defeated over the past few years to evaporate into thin air jut because I started a new med to help with it.

In all honesty, I will have a better idea of how  hard I will be able to fight this after the appointment with the gp this morning. I’ve lost so much ground because of this one man who I trusted completely and who really let me down big time. I have to mend fences with this man today. I NEED him on my team. I’m just not sure I can do what I need to do to make that happen.

There is more that needs to be written, but I just can’t do it right now.

Later (btw. been Abigail writing)