I had visit #2 with the therapist yesterday. I like her, although I am still judging if she is too nice for me. She makes me think of someone who would have worn flowers in her hair and carried a peace sign in the seventies. She has a very gentle, caring manner.

A question that I have received both weeks is if I consider myself to have bipolar. Oddly enough, I really used to mentally fight this diagnosis all of the time, but I don't anymore. She says that people are misdiagnosed all of the time. I agree, having been dxed with clinical depression for years. I described to her my behaviors that have led to this diagnosis, and talked about my moods.

Then I guess I got a bit more vocal about my thoughts because I wanted her to understand that I can live with the day-to-day stuff, but I get so tired of the cycle:
Low, low, low feelings with desperate thoughts--->Several visits with the pdoc trying to get a working med combination, causing bouts of hypomania, depression--->Drugs finally are right, months or even over a year of kind of normal --->Start sliding so slowly that I don't realize it, bad hypomania, the kind that makes me a cussing, short-tempered maniac--->if no adjustments are made, it's back to desperation

Through all of this, my pdoc a fam. doc always ask me if I am still in therapy. What is it about me that presents the need for constant therapy? I know in the end I have a choice, but I try to play by the rules because I have children who depend on me.

Has anyone on this board ever graduated from therapy?

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