Oh yeah, 8 different meds, a psychiatrist that's a professor at OU, an actually pretty good therapist, when he's available, and usually a good husband.

I think what is happening is this situation is reaching critical mass. I think hubby has simply had enough of living with me, though he denies that. He just wants me to stop taking everything so personally. He simply doesn't understand, and I've tried everything I know to try to get him to. We have a call in to our therapist now and waiting for a call back. I plan to go in there with an ultimatum. Either learn to understand and help me, or let me go. Simple as that. I'm not waiting until I have no other choice but to be homeless, which is what I see happening all the time to the mentally ill.

I have (mostly - on my good days) been pro-active with all of my diagnosis', but I can't say it has made much difference.

I may end up going to hospital before the end of the day. Hubby is refusing to go to work because he's afraid to leave me alone.