I have been kidding myself. I didn’t want to believe it; I didn’t want to see how far I’ve slipped down.
This time I put my hand up and said I needed help before I did something stupid. I saw my psychologist yesterday and rang my psychiatrist. We managed to get an appointment with my psych today and he’s increased my medication and given me a persription for valium twice a day until I hopefully lift. Until than, I’m on 24 hour ‘babysitting’ and at this stage my family are prepared to do it. The only alternative is hospital.
When will this rollercoaster stop?