I know I’ve said multiple times that it was comforting to know that my mental health didn’t have any easy answers. That the years I spent searching for answers are justified. That the confusion and stress is there for a reason. So it was comforting.
Until it wasn’t.
I’m not responding to medication like I should, and things aren’t making any more sense than they were before. Symptoms are changing rapidly and are becoming unpredictable. I’m becoming unpredictable. Both my therapist and psychiatrist are at a loss and are consulting with other doctors.
And….I don’t even know. All I can do right now is take a deep breath, throw myself into my work, and pray.