My medication is good because well it’s not a given I’m going to start sobbing at some point every day, but I wish it dulled the feelings of hyper anxiety I have. It feels like my anxiety’s racing around my body and my body’s just sitting there. I don’t know, things with my psychiatrist aren’t the best. I feel like I’m coaching myself into recovery and paying her hundreds of dollars to say that my ideas are right. I try to tell her that while I know what to do it’s hard to implement things in a sustainable way. Out loud I can articulate my illness and deduce the logical advice in a way that she views more positive then it actually is. I do try to tell her this, but she never really addresses that and then I don’t see her for another few months and I still haven’t been able to sustain a progressive recovery.