Just a note to let all of you know that I'm back home, after 3 1/2 weeks in the psych ward of a local hospital. GASP. My pdoc wanted me to go in so that another pdoc could take a fresh look at me; he felt he'd become too blinkered. He also wanted extensive physiological tests run on me, such as an MRI (which turned up nothing).
The treatment I got there was excellent; when does one ever get to see a psychiatrist and a counselor every day, after all? The pdoc in the psych ward changed my meds almost completely. She thinks, and all the psychological testing I did seems to indicate, that I'm unipolar and that I have severe anxiety.
After having my days all planned out for me--lots of groups, such as dialectical behavior therapy; art therapy; music therapy; recreational therapy--I'm finding it odd to be home again and in control of my own time. Here's hoping that I learn to plan out my days well. ;-)
It's also odd to be home alone, when I was surrounded by people. Actually, my estranged spouse has been staying with me. He's been terrific. He came to visit every day, and he cared for all my many critters. I got a lot of visitors, actually. At the beginning, I was so utterly depressed and numb that I hardly noticed much of anything, but as time went on and I got better, I really appreciated my visitors immensely.
So, now I'm on Lexapro, Wellbutrin, Abilify, clonazepam, hydroxyzine/vistaril, and trazodone (for sleep). What a stew! But it seems to be working, for which I am very grateful.
Anyway, just wanted to let you know that I wasn't swallowed up by the psych ward!