I don't know how many times I've explained that the meds are what causes me to become unmotivated, lethargic and down right unable to do things. Not all the time but a lot of the time. How many times do I have to explain that everything I do is a major effort. Sometimes just getting out of bed is a struggle. How do I explain that sometimes the only thing I can accomplish in a day is taking care of the animals? He thinks I'm supposed to get better, that I'm supposed to not be tired, not be listless, not be unmotivated. He thinks the side effects of the meds are going to get better. He doesn't understand that the meds are keeping me from harming myself, they are keeping my thought processes in check, they are keeping me from deep depression and hypomania. He doesn't seem to get it. He's read books about it. I've given him a list of side effects (and mine are mild) of the meds I take. I'm so frustrated. I can't make him see that these meds are literally saving my life. He's living in some kind of dream world where he thinks he's going to get his "old Amanda" back. He actually said that to me last night. He doesn't get the fact that I'll never be that person again. And he doesn't get that that's a good thing. That other person was a harm to herself and others. She may have gotten a lot done and been a go-getter but her rages and mood swings and catastrophising were driving her insane.