am back from therapy

Well, I’m back from the new clinic. New therapist. It went well. I had to get there half an early to fill out paperwork, but I knew what to expect there because Thomas goes to this same clinic. It’s all the usual mental and physical health information, duplicate privacy statements, clinic policies, etc. That’s all enough to wear a person out and strain the brain. I was still working on it when the therapist called me back. But it’s good to know that she tries to keep her schedule (Thomas’ therapist is often half an hour late).

So I went back, and she looked at my record, and we had our ‘getting to know you’ chat. That went well. It wasn’t as smooth and immediate a connection as I’d made with my previous therapist last October, but by the time we were finished, we were getting along well enough. She asked a lot of questions — leading, clarifying, and follow-up. I was okay with this. I know sometimes that what I say isn’t what I mean; I get mixed up. Just like in my writing, I’ll be trundling along and never realize that I’ve left stuff out.

She confirmed the ADHD, re-confirmed the panic disorder, and said, “And you’re chronically depressed.” We’re focusing on the depression before anything else. She said that’s her biggest concern right now and wants to get that under control especially since the coping techniques I learned in group are helping with the panic.

We discussed my drug allergies and all that stuff — including the trouble I’ve had with antidepressants that I’ve had before. She opted to put me on both Prozac and a sleeping pill — which of course I can’t remember the name of the sleep aid. She’s starting me out on the lowest doses possible of each and told me to take half a sleeping pill about an hour before I want to go to bed. And then after the first week, I get to up the dosage on the Prozac. I almost panicked when she said she was putting me on Prozac, but she said with all the problems I have and with all the issues with side effects I have, she said Prozac is the best thing she can give me.

That’s where I am right now. That and waiting for Kroger to call and tell me my prescriptions are ready to pick up. I looked, and the Prozac does fall into their $4 drug program; I tried to find the sleep aid on the website, too, but not knowing the name kind of held me back there.

So we’ll see where all of this takes me. I’ve got to go to the clinic I used to go to and fill out the forms for my records to be sent to the new place. I made a note to do that next week.

With the depression, panic disorder, pre-diabetes, and chronic anemia, is it any wonder I stay tired all the time?

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Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.