It is just after 1 AM, and here I sit, unable to sleep. I've taken 6 Klonopin and 4 sleep aid tablets, and I'm as wide awake as I can be.
Which stinks because I have to be at my psychiatrist's in the morning. For him to say, for the jillionth time, "Well, let's just stay with what we're doing, and let me see you in about 3 weeks." I have begged him to try something else. I have brought all my medications into his office, poured them on the floor and said, "These aren't working. DO SOMETHING ELSE."
I realize that as many drugs as I take, it's a delicate process of figuring out which are effective and which are not, and then calculating how much more or less or each to take. But nothing, nothing, nothing is working right now, and I have to make him understand that. Surely telling him I'm now going to therapy twice a week because I couldn't make it with just one session will make some sort of difference.