I've been with my current psychiatrist for about three years now and she's an odd bird but I respect the shit out of that lady. A bit austere in the face, but warm in the mind. She handles my medication, of course. I'm on four - an antipsychotic, a mood stabilizer, a benzo, and adhd med, as well as my medical marijuana card. We have a brutally honest relationship and between her and my therapist, who I've been seeing for half a year, I'm really sort of starting to develop some sense of self-esteem or some nights I don't drink or something. I think good things are happening. They both have invited me to freely text them and vent whenever I like or need to, so they hear all about it whenever I'm having an episode, a great day, a crazy swing, I've lost touch with reality and the calendar is sending me messages again, etc. It's kind of like having best friends who are certified to medicate you and challenge your destructive mental processes.