I went to the psychiatrist today. Overall, it was....well...it was an experience. I have been terrified of taking meds from the beginning. This fear has fueled my anxiety towards the psychiatry visit. I was cool, calm, and collected as I pulled into the parking lot. I was calm and confident as I opened the door to the building, but the moment I entered the waiting room panic welled up inside me. "Fuck, I'm really hear," I thought. The initial process was no different from any other doctor's office. I filled out the intake paperwork and had my vitals taken. I was then sent back to the waiting room. A few minutes later I was called back to the "exam" room and my panic continued to grow. My therapist had been very insistent that I see the actual psychiatrist. I would have been so much more comfortable if I had seen the psychiatrist. Instead, I saw the nurse practitioner. I have nothing against nurses, and I kno...
This blog has evolved over a long period of time. I have decided to use it as a way to try and raise awareness about mental health. As this blog continues more of the posts will center around mental health and breaking the stigma associated with it. Some of the earlier posts are my own struggle with Bipolar Disorder, but I have decided to leave them. They are strange to say the least.