Back home and having a coffee. Dr was great, and I managed to concentrate on what she was saying. She's keeping the meds as they are, with the option of putting the venlafaxine up if I drop any further - I've been on 300mg before. The only problem would be if I went high again - it's a real balancing act. Now the endless day stretches ahead - I must remember to live in chunks, not all at once, or I panic. I feel as though I'm on the cusp - will I get better, or will I fall further down the mineshaft? I am not good at being optimistic at the moment - I've had too many false dawns for that, where I end up gutted because getting better was a false alarm. I must live minute to minute and hour to hour, then I can cope. Off to have a nap now - I'll set my alarm so I don't sleep for too long.
I spent 16 years in the RAF defending the Free World , then got bunged out unceremoniously for being bipolar. I and was subsequently diagnosed with PTSD. Funny old world, isn't it?