AllThePsychMeds
Yes, all of them.
- May 8, 2019
- 22
Four years ago, I reached what I considered, then, a crisis point. My scale has significantly shifted since then. I reached out and was kindly directed to a psych.
For the past 4 years, I have had my brain messed with in ways I didn't even know we're possible. I've been a guinea pig for the upper limitsbof dosage and for medical cocktails. I've had facial reconstructive surgery and have metal high up in my skull, but she wanted to try TMS anyways because "they're probably exaggerating". I SCREAMED for 5 minutes straight before she turned off the machine. Since no medicine has worked, guess what? I'm on the same crap my GP had me on before I began to see her.
I get a few days of benefit from ketamine treatments I can't really afford. They're a cruel tease. "Here, feel better... and now go away, go back."
It has been arranged for me to get a 30 minute consult with some university doctor. It took 3 weeks of running around to get the medical and pharmacy records. What the hell is the point of this?
I'm a grown woman in my 30s. I'm sitting at home crying until it's time to leave. What would they want? I've taken all the FDA approved drugs and then some. ECT? DBS? Sure, mess with my brain more? Inpatient? Before I go through that trauma again, I will CTB so fast you won't have time to blink.
So where am I? All this pain later, I'm exactly where my GP left me, on some maybe-useful meds I'd been on for a decade. Asking for help has been the worst decision of my life. It's ruined me financially, strained relationships, and left me with cognitive impairment. And I still feel as terrible as the day I cried for help. Well, no, not as terrible. I had hope back then. That fled..
For the past 4 years, I have had my brain messed with in ways I didn't even know we're possible. I've been a guinea pig for the upper limitsbof dosage and for medical cocktails. I've had facial reconstructive surgery and have metal high up in my skull, but she wanted to try TMS anyways because "they're probably exaggerating". I SCREAMED for 5 minutes straight before she turned off the machine. Since no medicine has worked, guess what? I'm on the same crap my GP had me on before I began to see her.
I get a few days of benefit from ketamine treatments I can't really afford. They're a cruel tease. "Here, feel better... and now go away, go back."
It has been arranged for me to get a 30 minute consult with some university doctor. It took 3 weeks of running around to get the medical and pharmacy records. What the hell is the point of this?
I'm a grown woman in my 30s. I'm sitting at home crying until it's time to leave. What would they want? I've taken all the FDA approved drugs and then some. ECT? DBS? Sure, mess with my brain more? Inpatient? Before I go through that trauma again, I will CTB so fast you won't have time to blink.
So where am I? All this pain later, I'm exactly where my GP left me, on some maybe-useful meds I'd been on for a decade. Asking for help has been the worst decision of my life. It's ruined me financially, strained relationships, and left me with cognitive impairment. And I still feel as terrible as the day I cried for help. Well, no, not as terrible. I had hope back then. That fled..