When is it time

[get the red out]

14. Thank God you could talk to her

What you described as "therapy" is like a band-aid over a gaping wound. I have major depression, OCD, and General Anxiety disorder. I've been on a bad down-swing of late but I keep talking to my doctors/therapists and describing my symptoms. They need to know what his deal is, little band aids won't work, I tried that route and ended up obsessing on death non-stop. Of all people who should know that this is a brain disease it is the professionals who have gone to school to treat it.

Thoughts for you. I do know one thing, since I have an elderly mother that I inherited this shit from, when she went into free-fall after the death of my Dad I had to bug the living hell out of the people who were supposed to be treating her, I had to become the thorn in their ass that got infected and spewed puss, they had to get sick of hearing me on the phone. Different professionals over and over, until finally someone listened before it was too late and she has been stable for almost 2 years now, the most stable she has ever been in her life.

Sometimes we have to be the itch the professionals cannot scratch. My Sister and I were at the point of going to court to get my Mom declared incompetent if nothing had been able to be done. It didn't have to go that far but we were the itch they couldn't get rid of.