…and as it turns out, probably my last. Apparently, I’m not that screwed up after all.
But I rather enjoyed it! I got to talk about myself for an hour, and she really listened to me and asked me really great questions. It was really nice. She said that it seemed like I had everything under control, and she suggested that I kept writing my journal, and if I started going down again, I’d just give her a call.
So I’m slowly getting off the meds and I’m getting my life in order.
I feel good.