Mary Faderan's Blog

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Yesterday I met my new psychiatrist. He was an informal type of guy. At first he looked warily at me over his mask. A pair of round blue eyes stared at me. I was a bit afraid but we got on better and easily. I guess he wasn't expecting me to be educated. He probably meets many people of different stripes in his profession. I told him about my medications and how one of them wasn't performing as well as it should. He gave me another med to try and that made me happy. This morning I'm feeling much more hopeful. Somehow the empty feelings are receding from me. I don't know how long it will last but I'll take every morsel of it that I can. I can't help but think what more my life could have in it but if my psychiatrist is anyone to go by, it will have someone to take care of me mental health. You can't believe how difficult it is not to have a psychiatrist. I last saw my last psychiatrist in February and I've been in limbo eversince. Now I've gone through hoops to get to this point with a new psychiatrist. I'd say it was all worthwhile.