For some reason, both our dogs have been whining all day long. It has driven me insane. Rupert, in particular, has been persistent with his shrill yodel. I have no idea what the problem/issue is, I just know I have a column of agony in the right side of my brain drilled from the top of my head down to my top teeth.
My psychiatrist refused altering my medications, though I begged him to. He said, firstly, I am taking so many things, trying to pinpoint exactly what to change and how much would be almost impossible to do. I can understand that, but I NEED HELP. His answer was that since depression is such an isolating disease, I need to get out and with other people as much as possible. I told him that I volunteer once a week, and have my knitting group every other week. Nice "start," he said. Add one more activity before the year is over was what he sent he me away with.
I could have punched him in the throat. I am so angry and so tired and so devoid of hope. And I am now in physical pain, which I trust will be lessened by a massage tomorrow afternoon. (It is agonizing to even knit.) I am running wholly and completely out of ideas here.