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I guess I’m writing this post in the hope that someone out there might actually listen, understand, and maybe point me in the right direction.
I’ve been a member of this forum for over eleven years now. When I first joined, I was dealing with a diagnosis of anxiety and depression, along with occasional manic episodes. After living with that for two years, I went through two consecutive psychotic episodes—the second one being particularly brutal, requiring six months in the hospital—which led to a diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia. It completely derailed my education; I dropped out of every college program I tried, from the FBI academy training tracks to MIT and various local community colleges.
Right now, I just feel utterly despondent and let down by everything.
I really want psychotherapy, and while talking to friends, partners, or family often feels like a step toward that, we all know deep down that a casual conversation can't replace a professional psychiatrist.
The thing is, real psychotherapy costs money, and no matter how much people tell you how noble and dedicated these doctors are, every single one of them expects something like $117 for just one hour of their time. To earn enough for a single hour of therapy, I have to spend a day and a half working manual labor on a construction site.
Currently, I’m back home in the Midwest (though I’m planning to head to Washington, D.C. after the first of May), and the psychiatric care out here is honestly tragic.
I went to a check-up with my mom—who deals with the same diagnosis—about four days ago, and all I got were a few trivial pieces of advice and the same old prescription, maybe a slight adjustment next time.
It isn't necessarily about whether the doctor is good or bad; the real issue is that they are simply overwhelmed with too many patients. That’s the systemic failure of our entire healthcare system, especially within psychiatry.
Even if I decided to go the private psychotherapy route, I know I shouldn't expect any miracles; my condition is biological, so medication is absolutely necessary.
If I think about it further, I might even decide to commit to private sessions, regardless of the cost, just to feel even slightly better—because I can't talk about this stuff with the people in my daily life nearly as much as I would like to.
I’m not a religious person, and I don't make a point of bragging about that, but I simply am not, so I have no desire to sit down for a talk with a priest.
I have no idea what the next ten years hold for me, but I do know that I face the struggle of every conscious day, because as long as my soul continues to ache, I suppose I'm still alive.
For now, I’m functioning okay-ish, depending on which kind of day it happens to be.
I’m not asking for anything more than a normal life, but at the moment, a normal life feels completely out of reach.
I don't have anything or anyone besides myself. I find myself wondering just how much further I can fall before I finally reach a point where I can accept it.
I’ve been a member of this forum for over eleven years now. When I first joined, I was dealing with a diagnosis of anxiety and depression, along with occasional manic episodes. After living with that for two years, I went through two consecutive psychotic episodes—the second one being particularly brutal, requiring six months in the hospital—which led to a diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia. It completely derailed my education; I dropped out of every college program I tried, from the FBI academy training tracks to MIT and various local community colleges.
Right now, I just feel utterly despondent and let down by everything.
I really want psychotherapy, and while talking to friends, partners, or family often feels like a step toward that, we all know deep down that a casual conversation can't replace a professional psychiatrist.
The thing is, real psychotherapy costs money, and no matter how much people tell you how noble and dedicated these doctors are, every single one of them expects something like $117 for just one hour of their time. To earn enough for a single hour of therapy, I have to spend a day and a half working manual labor on a construction site.
Currently, I’m back home in the Midwest (though I’m planning to head to Washington, D.C. after the first of May), and the psychiatric care out here is honestly tragic.
I went to a check-up with my mom—who deals with the same diagnosis—about four days ago, and all I got were a few trivial pieces of advice and the same old prescription, maybe a slight adjustment next time.
It isn't necessarily about whether the doctor is good or bad; the real issue is that they are simply overwhelmed with too many patients. That’s the systemic failure of our entire healthcare system, especially within psychiatry.
Even if I decided to go the private psychotherapy route, I know I shouldn't expect any miracles; my condition is biological, so medication is absolutely necessary.
If I think about it further, I might even decide to commit to private sessions, regardless of the cost, just to feel even slightly better—because I can't talk about this stuff with the people in my daily life nearly as much as I would like to.
I’m not a religious person, and I don't make a point of bragging about that, but I simply am not, so I have no desire to sit down for a talk with a priest.
I have no idea what the next ten years hold for me, but I do know that I face the struggle of every conscious day, because as long as my soul continues to ache, I suppose I'm still alive.
For now, I’m functioning okay-ish, depending on which kind of day it happens to be.
I’m not asking for anything more than a normal life, but at the moment, a normal life feels completely out of reach.
I don't have anything or anyone besides myself. I find myself wondering just how much further I can fall before I finally reach a point where I can accept it.