When I was at my least stable, I knew it had the potential to really screw things up if it got any worse. Fortunately, I had a pdoc and a T who kept me fighting. They believed things could and would improve for me. In fact, one of the things I clung to were the words of my pdoc: "I WILL find a way to help you. You WILL get through this." He was so sincere in that moment and it kept me going.

Things were pretty awful for a long time, but between my pdoc's respectful determination and my therapist's ability to help me find better self awareness and skills to proactively manage my symptoms, I did get through it without everything completely falling into ruin for me.