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KendraDZ1902
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I went quite a while not going to see any mental health providers. I wasn’t taking my anti-anxiety meds like I was supposed to, so I had a little bit of a stock pile and I wasn’t worried about them. Until Hubby (Doofus) blindsided me and I needed to take them as prescribed. Well, that meant going back to the doctor. I FINALLY got in to see the psychiatrist today. (Back story: Hubby sent me home before deployment because I had lost my ever loving mind and shouldn’t be alone. He decided that he was donzo with me after leading me on during the whole flipping deployment. Was previously diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, Panic Disorder, and Agoraphobia) Ok back…
I FINALLY got to see Doc. He started out by asking me why I stopped taking any bipolar meds and I told him because they never worked for me, I was on different cocktails and I was still crazy. He asked, “Did you ever think that the medicines weren’t working because you aren’t Bipolar?” :newidea: Wait, what? Well, after speaking with me and realizing that my “Mania” was my “normal” he decided to ask me TONS of questions. New diagnosis?
I have ADHD (totally makes sense with the way I post sometimes, huh?) and that I went through a Depression episode. Which is SO FREAKING WONDERFUL!! Like, I have been the happiest girl ever today! I was so worried about pursuing my original career plan as a nurse because of “being bipolar.” It will be much easier to tell a state licensing board that I have ADHD than a severe mental disorder.
I don’t want to sound horrible when I say this because I still love the man that I vowed to be with for the rest of my life, BUT life has been terrible for me, personally, for quite sometime and it seems to be falling back into place again. Maybe this divorce was needed?
I went quite a while not going to see any mental health providers. I wasn’t taking my anti-anxiety meds like I was supposed to, so I had a little bit of a stock pile and I wasn’t worried about them. Until Hubby (Doofus) blindsided me and I needed to take them as prescribed. Well, that meant going back to the doctor. I FINALLY got in to see the psychiatrist today. (Back story: Hubby sent me home before deployment because I had lost my ever loving mind and shouldn’t be alone. He decided that he was donzo with me after leading me on during the whole flipping deployment. Was previously diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, Panic Disorder, and Agoraphobia) Ok back…
I FINALLY got to see Doc. He started out by asking me why I stopped taking any bipolar meds and I told him because they never worked for me, I was on different cocktails and I was still crazy. He asked, “Did you ever think that the medicines weren’t working because you aren’t Bipolar?” :newidea: Wait, what? Well, after speaking with me and realizing that my “Mania” was my “normal” he decided to ask me TONS of questions. New diagnosis?
I have ADHD (totally makes sense with the way I post sometimes, huh?) and that I went through a Depression episode. Which is SO FREAKING WONDERFUL!! Like, I have been the happiest girl ever today! I was so worried about pursuing my original career plan as a nurse because of “being bipolar.” It will be much easier to tell a state licensing board that I have ADHD than a severe mental disorder.
I don’t want to sound horrible when I say this because I still love the man that I vowed to be with for the rest of my life, BUT life has been terrible for me, personally, for quite sometime and it seems to be falling back into place again. Maybe this divorce was needed?
