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I know this is being tacked on to the end of this thread but I wanted to add it anyway.
Before I went into hospital in May, I had who was by far the worst psychiatrist I have ever had in my life. I should have been in hospital in February but it took until May to convince this man that my depression was serious enough to be put into hospital. By the time he agreed to put me in, (this is no joke) I was actually getting ready to do something irreversible, when my cell phone rang to tell me he had an opening and I could see him. Of course, I had already seen him four previous times and he only raised the dosage of my antidepressant.
This was the closest I ever came to actual suicide. I have been in treatment on and off for 25 years. But it just was that bad.
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 Vickie
Last edited by sabby; Oct 19, 2009 at 04:59 PM.
Reason: Administrative edit
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