Monday, February 02, 2009

My Shrink

I started seeing a psychiatrist a couple weeks ago. Well, I've seen her once, for about 30 minutes. At a meager cost of $250. Oy... It was a bit like you see in the movies. You enter one door and wait in a waiting room, she takes you in to her living room like office, then when it is over she escorts you out a different door. Oh so Hollywood.

She came well recommended and I felt comfortable with her and confident in her approach. I am starting a new antidepressant (slow taper up) and will eventually taper off the Zoloft I have been taking for 15 years. I started at 1/4 dose for a week and on Friday upped to 1/2 dose. I figure it will be at least two more weeks, if not longer, before I know if it is doing anything for me.

I'm hopeful. It's been a very long time since I've felt where I think I should be. Like I'm often close, just hovering underneath "normal," but never really there. It's going to be a real buzz kill if what I think is normal doesn't really exist.

So I see the psychiatrist again in a couple weeks, for a mere $100 med check. Here's to happier days ahead.



  1. I hope the new med works too!

  2. Does she provide the wine - or do you? Honestly, one of the people I miss most in my life is my shrink. She was just like a good friend who had a magic wand with my emotions and perspective.

    I hope the best for you and your experience.