I finally got to see the prescribing neuropsychiatrist at the clinic today (after a two-hour wait and three pharmaceutical salesmen), and she agreed with me that I probably didn’t need anything right now. I told her I’ve been doing much better and she told me to check back with her in a month.
First, there were the usual questions about whether I ever heard voices, hallucinated or thought people were talking about me and ridiculing me. “I’m a blogger, of course people are ridiculing me!” I retorted.
Even though I knew what she meant.