…Went better than I thought it would. I saw my psychiatrist, and he was thrilled that I lost 6 pounds, have a job, and have no need to take insulin anymore. He called them “major improvements.”
I told him about my symptoms of Saturday and how they involved anger, anxiety, and extreme suicidal thoughts. He wants to switch up my decreased version of risperidone: one .5 tablet twice a day. I can see it in his expression that he was curious about another diagnosis that I recently learned about in class. I’m not going to say it because it’s possible that I don’t have it. Still, I could tell that he is curious about it.
He wanted to relieve my symptoms, and he contemplated putting me on Lithium, which I’ve only heard a handful of times from a blogger’s URL and an Evanescence song. He also considered putting me on an antidepressant, but the Abilify takes care of my depression as is. It’d also make me gain lots of weight, and considering I just lost 6 pounds and I’m still overweight, that would be bad.
So, he stuck with risperidone instead, and he didn’t mind doing that.
At this point, I don’t care if he diagnoses me with anything else. I don’t care, and it’s because I’m just myself. If seeing things and having radical mood swings is me, then I’m not going to change myself or wish that I was someone else because of it. I was made this way, and I’m not going to apologize for who I am.