Well, it’s official. My therapist and I agreed this morning that I’m done with therapy. For the time being, anyway. And she gave me strict instructions to call at the first sign of trouble. And not to drop my antidepressant.
Which I was starting to think about, actually.
But she’s convinced me that I need to get to a certain level of stability before I even consider it. And she threw in a horror story about a patient of hers who had dropped the meds too soon and crashed four months later. It took another seven months until she was back on meds and feeling good again.
So I think I’ll stick to the status quo, as they croon in High School Musical.