I've been MIA for quite a while, and I apologize for that. Hopefully what I'm about to post will help clarify why.
A couple of weeks ago I was diagnosed with bipolar II. I went to this counseling place and spoke to a psychologist there for quite a long time, and she diagnosed me. The way things work there is that I was then, a few days later, sent to see a psychiatrist to confirm the diagnosis and deal with the issue of meds.
I've been in and out of therapy for many years now and have seen lots of psychiatrists. I have a very negative history with psychiatrists. I even walked in on one snorting drugs very early on in my therapy-going history. But about a week ago marked the first time a psychiatrist basically told me that I am beyond repair.
I am still reeling from this experience, so I apologize if I am not entirely coherent. This psychiatrist asked about a dozen questions about my insurance and how much money my husband makes. Then he asked me what I thought I should be diagnosed with and what medication I wanted to take. I had a very negative reaction to the suggestion that I should pick my own medication, so he gave me samples of Cymbalta and told me not to call him if it didn't work. He said that I'd already tried every other medication (he didn't even have my complete history at the time) and that there was nothing more that he could do for me.
I'm completely shaken. I could probably write a post that was miles long if I really tried to voice all that is going on in my head. I don't even know where to begin.
Anyhow, as you can imagine, for the past several months I've been in a major depression, and social isolation is a big part of what I tend to do when I'm depressed. I tend to disappear. I don't mean to do it. I don't want to do it. But I always seem to do it. I just hope that none of you take my disappearances personally.