Fun things, the Pills. In one sense they run my life, because I have to remember to take them once in the morning and once at night and if I don't things get wonky with my sleep schedule and my emotions. In another sense, they're hardly there because I only have to think about them but twice, ever so briefly, throughout the day and if I take them everything seems normal.
If you can avoid it, don't take pills to regulate your brain. Part of me thinks it's a crock, but now I'm all caught up in taking the Pills and my psychiatrist says I'll be on them for another year at least.
Did I mention she no longer thinks it's progressive? That what I have is the result of long periods of depression that just led to psychotic symptoms? Of course, I still take the Risperdal for the psychotic symptoms. Just because it was a temporary psychotic break doesn't mean, apparently, that I can stop taking the Pills when I stopped having psychotic symptoms.
*sigh* This whole thing is out of my control, and I need to find a way to put it back into my control. Maybe my next psychiatrist visit I can tell her all of this.
Anyway, I wound up with dinner plans with my mother, so I'm going to wrap this up for today. More later, kats and kittens.