A Light At the End of the Tunnel

Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could accurately describe the ridiculousness that has been this week. An intense roller coaster of good and bad news filling my skull with an intensity that made me think it might explode. It was the sort of week where the alternating periods of important information and total isolation left my thoughts spinning through an odd emotional centrifuge.

Monday and Tuesday brought on a near mental breakdown. Seeing my therapist at the end of Tuesday was what really saved me on that one, and I spent Wednesday with my sister feeling slightly less agitated.

By Thursday my mood had already dipped down and then back up before I realized it has almost been a month since I applied for the Latuda patient assistance program.

In a brief moment of clarity I called their hotline to check on my application. It turns out I have been accepted and the medication should reach my doctor by Monday.

Suddenly, I remembered that this is what has really shlepped me through this month of exaggerated mood swings with a particularly grim outlook. This new, free medication sitting in a truck somewhere driving toward Seattle has the potential to change things. I realize my track record with medications isn’t a particularly hopeful one (we’re at 14-0 for helpfulness here) but somehow, despite crotchety depression and erratic irritability, I am hopeful again.


One response to “A Light At the End of the Tunnel

  1. I’m glad that you can find it in yourself to be hopeful during all of this. Positivity goes a very long way!

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