Finding The Right Treatment
For me, school was the worst thing I could ever imagine. The problems came to a head when I was in third grade. There was so much to learn and I couldn't keep my mind on the teacher. I was looking out the window, or talking to friends, or just thinking about everything or nothing both at once. My desk, which was a mess, was turned upside down on a weekly basis, and my teacher couldn't stand me. I was referred to a therapist and I felt so humiliated. Why did everyone think something was wrong with me? Why didn't they like me for me? I tried to be a good person but I got sidetracked a lot. When I was in my teens, I found myself in the whirlwind of psychotherapy. It seemed every time I went, I brought home a new diagnosis and new meds. First I was manic depressive, then chronically depressed, and then seasonally depressed. I tried every anti-depressant on the market and nothing worked, but my family wanted to believe I was cured and every time I had an emotion, they would ask if I took my pills.