The Wizard was just this guy, you know?
So, the counsellor went about as well as planned. He doesn’t think my hallucinations stem from any underlying emotional problems or abuse that needs to be talked out. (I agree, I was hoping for a therapist, not a counsellor). As a result, I will no longer be having counselling sessions, but am not resigned to a psychiatrist.
Let me clarify – I have been on pretty much every atypical psychotic there is. I was not looking for someone to “talk it out” with: I am an intelligent guy who knows where my issues stem from. They are biological. Nor am I looking for a different medication. I know what the medications do for me, and the one I am on is the best so far (excepting wellbutrin, which doctors seem unwilling to put me back on.)
I am, however, looking for a Therapist. That is, someone I can speak with 1-2 times a month, about how to handle specific situations that arise. A problem-solver with a PHD in Psychiatry, if you will. I am looking for someone with faith in the people they help, an ability to innovative solutions, be on the available list of Psychs for AHCCCS/Magellan, and be willing to actually listen. If anyone knows of someone fitting these qualifications, please inform me. I am so tired of medications be switched, and the devastating affect they have on myself, my friends, and my family. I’m just tired. I finally have a medication that works. I just need better coping mechanisms.
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Last night, Kayla and I had a fantastic dinner at Brio’s Tuscan Grill. We also went clothes shopping last night, and after my appointment today. I finally have newer clothes! It’s only been, what? 2 years? At least.
Tonight, I’m going to spend the evening, and as late as I end up staying up, doing laundry, dishes, and cleaning the floor. Maybe I’ll even pre0cook breakfast. We shall see.
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The kids were good today. I got some good pictures of Luciene and Amaris at the play place after I dropped Kayla off at home. We all had lunch at Firehouse Subs. Such good food.
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I’m still waiting on my disability claim. At this point, I’ve given up hope and accepted that it has been declined; and I’m going to have to complete the appeals process. I don’t like it, but I’m tired of false hope. On monday, I’m calling the VA again. Yay. I adore calling them.
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Well, that is all for now. Fill in the blanks later.