Medication!

It’s 9:24am.

Recently, I decided the morning is a better time to take medication than the evening.

The pill on the left is Loratadine (Claratin).

The pill on the right is 100mg of Sertraline (Zoloft).

That concludes my medication for the day.

I feel SO much better recently.  This doctor is the first in ten years who has treated me for depression rather than bipolar.

My argument was that my problem is not bipolar — that my bipolar diagnosis is due to me screwing around and saying things in front of doctors, spurred by my own practice of sleep deprivation and using DXM for extended periods.  Further, that the treatment for bipolar mood stabilization without dealing with depression (in the past) left me with no choice but to treat myself for feeling awful, by using dxm, which has the possibility of bringing around unsavory thoughts and behaviors, which reinforced doctors’ thoughts that my mood needed to be stabilized.

Yes, I knew this was the case — that my own behavior was causing the wrong diagnosis and treatment which wasn’t getting at my problem which was then causing more of my problem — WHEW.   This is just the first doctor that listened.  Or perhaps this is the first time I laid out my case so carefully.

Anyway, I’m on this pill and I feel better.

I’m not flying completely 100% every day, but things have been remarkably, demonstratively better since starting this stuff three months ago.