It Was The Drugs

Not all of it, but a good chunk of what I have been going through, particularly over the last month was because of a medication. My psychiatrist told me it could make me agitated, but he didn't tell me it could send me over the edge in a way that made me think I was losing myself. I could feel it, my very self slipping through my fingers. When I talked with him on the phone Monday morning and described what had happened to me over the weekend he said in a passing kind of way that "this sort of thing can happen with this drug sometimes". I wanted to go through the phone an throttle him! This would have been useful information for me to have don't you think?

Now a few days later I am feeling better. Not great, but better. The fog is lifting a little. I am on to a new drug hoping it will work. I am also considering finding a new psychiatrist.

And, thanks to dooce for this blog entry about mental illness. It really cuts to the heart of things.