In the wake of several recent violent attacks across America, including three people killed at Jewish faith and community centers, the stabbing of high school students in Pennsylvania, and the shooting of soldiers at Fort Hood, it’s that time again for the media to question and explore gun control, the root of violence, and even adequate mental health care across the country.
Last post, I discussed the unwillingness of government authorities in the state of Florida to take an educated look at the needs of patients and consumers in the mental health system.
This is an unfortunate trend, locally and federally.
While most people with mental health disorders do not engage in violence, and are actually more often the victims of violent acts, it is clear, through the nearly periodic news of deadly shootings and stabbings, family tragedies, and lost lives, that we, as a society, are failing those that are mentally troubled.
I’ve experienced psychiatric units first-hand in Florida, and it is no surprise to me, both as a consumer with experience both inpatient and outpatient, that Florida is ranked 49th in the country in mental health funding.
This proposed law makes mental health care in Florida even more difficult to obtain. A disgrace.
First off, I would like to say thank you to all of you who had such kind words to say about my last post. I appreciate all of you. -Kat
I’ve been sick for five days.
What first seemed like allergies turned into the common cold.
I don’t get sick very often. I forgot how defeating something like a cold can be.
I was nearly useless at work on Friday. All weekend, I’ve either been in bed or half-asleep, wanting to get back into bed.
Besides the physical symptoms, my depression and irritability kicks up a notch during a bout with a cold or flu.
My bipolar is amplified.
Depression is a disgusting thing. Right now I’m in the throes of it.
I don’t know if I’ve ever wrote a blog post like this on Her Bipolar Life.
In the midst of confusion and sadness.
I told a loved one, “I am near rock bottom, emotionally”. It’s that feeling I’ve had more than once, where my exhaustion mixes with horror.
Who should have a bigger influence on treatment decisions: the bipolar patient, or the psychiatrist?
Should it be equal?
If you’ve been reading this blog lately, you know I am firing my psychiatrist currently looking for a new one.
Brief synopsis: I’ve been seeing her for a long time. Our medical relationship has grown uncomfortable. She thinks she knows what is right for me, and I do not feel she respects my input. We disagree about my treatment plan, and she, as the clinician, refuses to budge.
Listen, I know that psychiatrists know psycho-pharmacology and general medicine much more than I do, in terms of studying and clinical practice.
I am not suggesting that I don’t need a doctor.
Here in Florida, the weather is nearly perfect. The flowers, insects, and snakes (!) have already sprung.
Others are not so lucky. This week, my family members in western New York had a severe snow storm, and more snow is expected throughout the United States.
Although we didn’t feel it as much here, Winter 2013-2014 was bitter for most.
We were the only state in the lower 48 that didn’t get snow this year. However, we still noticed the colder temperatures and the inclement weather that created cloudy skies for days.
In Florida, we definitely notice when it is dark for more than 24 hours.
As I mentioned in a recent post, I just got health insurance.
I’ve managed my medication with the same Nurse Practitioner (ARNP) for years.
Lately I’ve become discouraged with her fast-paced office and unwillingness to budge on my disagreements with treatment.
Am I being irrational? Do I have the right to think this way?
Am I crazy, or just human?
I have doubted myself so much, dissected the illness so much, that I don’t know up from down.
I often can’t discern whether I am mentally sick or just going through a tough life change like anyone else.
My parents were raised in Roman Catholic families; my mother left the Church in her 30′s.
I was baptized Catholic, and even though I didn’t go through the full “process” of Catholicism, I still attended mass with my grandparents on hundreds of Sundays.
I observed Lent and was often guilt-ed using The 10 Commandments.
During my battle with mental illness, my personal relationship with God has been tumultuous. There are some years when I can’t live without talking to God daily; other years I have completely abandoned Him.
“the greatest Americans
have not been born yet
they are waiting patiently
for the past to die”
It’s fairly official…
Thanks to the Affordable Care Act, I too have health insurance.
The first premium is withdrawn from my bank account, and I am enrolled. I am waiting for the cards, and I can start using benefits on March 1st, 2014.
I won’t accept it as completely official until I leave a doctor’s office with that insurance card.