I saw my psychiatrist today, and it felt like he was aggravated with how little progress I am making. In my opinion, I've made nothing but progress. Those who know me well have seen me grow into a wiser and more well-controlled young woman.
My doctor claimed that I haven't been doing his breathing exercises (which I have - but like everyone else, I have a life to focus on too...). In addition, he stated I need to keep better track of my symptoms so he can weed out the psychological ones.
I know it isn't blatantly being called crazy.
I know he means well and that the brain can be incredibly powerful.
I know he wants to help.
I know the only way to get my medications is by co-operating.
I'm giving myself a pat on the back for how far I've come along. The medical system should celebrate any success in humane treatment of suffering creatures, not simply strive for the existence of only one right answer (in my personal opinion...).
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