Off my meds = on to a psych ward

So, since I have no psycho-iatrist, I have no meds. Since I have no meds, I am one heartbeat away from being committed to the psycho ward/looney bin/crazy tank. My emotions are all over the range. Sad, content, committed, depressed, excited, hopeless, frantic, ect… I am fighting with D. day and night. Not just verbal […]

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To be, or to be better. How is the question.

Do we ever face more than one crossroads in our life? I’m at one now, several actually. Meeting with our T. today provided a reason for us to stop and take pause. There are many unanswered questions where he is concerned and I, myself, don’t know where to take this. For starters, another eating disorder […]

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