follow-up
Allow me a moment to apologize for my absence. My last post was written right after I talked with my terror-pist and I was rather raw and unsure of what the implications, if any, would be with this information. I’ve spent a fair amount of time sitting with this concept, and though it seems to answer many questions and fit with my personality, there is still much more to understand and consider before I, by any means, wholeheartedly embrace it.
That being said, I’m not quite sure how to react to the various responses I received from you, my tens of readers, and my closer friends, who I turned to for support. Some of the comments left on my blog left me scratching my head over the negativity and distrust at the diagnosis. Others, like Lord Bargain summed up exactly where my head was when I wrote my post. Thank you Lord Bargain for your understanding and composure. You damn Brits.
I appreciate all your responses, I’ve read them, sat with them and gleaned whatever I could from them.
What happens now to me? Well, I have an appointment with the pill-prescribing shrink to discuss options where I’ll take his input and consider things from there. I’m hesitant to start on any medication because I don’t want to lose the ups and downs of life, which- to me -is what life is all about. The highs and the lows. The bads make the goods better. Would I like a little more stability in my moods? Hell Yes! I’ll let you all know what happens. As if I could prevent myself from writing about it.