I must walk through a door once again on this journey— a door to a new psychiatrist.
It seems that change is always in store for me, and to end 2018 that has not changed much.
I have not written in a while here on The Bipolar Writer blog, because it has been a rough couple of weeks. My life has hit a rough patch with my social anxiety, which is typical of this time of the year. December seems to always be my worst month when it comes to my anxiety. There was hope at the start of 2018 that by now I would have a grasp on my social anxiety. It hasn’t happened though I have made some progress.
I recently met with another psychiatrist in the revolving door that is my local county run behavioral, mental health system. It is a pain in the ass to…
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