I’m still here. My family and I have just been overwhelmed and struggling with a lot of difficult life events. I paid my regularly scheduled visit to my psychiatrist today. I brought a list. I choked up and cried as I went through my list.
As I blew my nose and tried not to mouth-breathe too much, my psychiatrist let me know that, just like the Force, my mood needed balance. (She didn’t say the thing about the Force, but if she had, I’d love her more than I already do.) I’ve already been having trouble keeping it together, and she reminded me that my list was likely to get worse before it gets better.
Tonight I began a low dose of a mood stabilizer. I had been hoping that they would be blue pills so I could say that they’re the blue stabilizers. Alas, they are not blue. As I lay my woozy body down for sleep, I hope that my desire for medical geekiness will be the only thing that doesn’t work out.