My Doctor And The Trouble With Liz

Regular readers know that despite occasional setbacks, I have come a long way back from the hell bipolar had me in for much of my adult life. I am not comfortable with terms like "recovery" and "recovered" since they just beg for manipulation by pharma companies, and are little more than a shorthand for "doing pretty damn well, thanks," but my doctor last week told me that I meet the criteria. Another day, I will go into what I think is going on with me because it's been fairly unexpected, even though I worked my ass off to achieve it. So many years with no progress went by, etc. If only the rest of my life worked as well!

On another front, I wish my fellow bipolar blogger Liz Spikol from The Trouble With Spikol as well as I can wish another human. Lately, she's been having a rough go with depression and has had to turn to the ever-tricky Effexor, and she's been chroniciling her progress/non-progress with the med. I know how she feels. Someday soon, I hope she knows how I feel.