I have a new psychologist. This is the best news since I found out the deli will slice bread for you. Particularly now, since I am coming out of mania. I will call her Long Island, after her home. I know, eventually I will have to come up with a better nom de plume, but Long Island will do for now. She is a trauma specialist, and I know I have had enough to fund her, and possibly some future generations.
I have sunk more money into my own treatment than most countries' gross national product. But since the loss of Ted P., my counselor of many years, I have felt adrift, psychologically speaking. She also wants me to abandon the "Borderline" label, since she feels it's something many trauma victims are libel to be labeled...if I can figure out how to do that on my blog's banner, some changes will be coming.
But, this morning, I feel more hopeful about my MI's (mental illnesses), than I have in a long time, even if I forgot to pick up my meds this morning. So hang on, Folks.
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