I have lost practically all of my biological family telling them a few home truths that I repress when on meds. We all repress our emotions on meds!

As soon as I stop taking them (mood stabilisers) then all hell lets loose. I enjoy it at the time though. It's great getting it off your chest. However, once the Mental Health (or should I say Mental Wealth?) get a hold of me and force feed me antipsychotics I crash to the other end of the scale and can't get up for months on end. This is where I am now!

My last episode was in April this year and I am still trying to get my foot onto the first rung of the ladder.

I have picked myself up so many times before, but really, I don't know how much more of this I can take. You see! I REALLY don't want to continue with life on meds. It wouldn't be so bad if there was a medication that would work for me, however, after decades of various meds I am no further forward.

Sending you a hug x