I totally agree. There are a few things that are keeping me kind of stuck with her. But after my last visit, when I broke down completely, she slid over the tissue box but all she had to say was that I have no choice but to work and just deal with all of my issues while being a “productive member of society”. I’m like well that’s kind of the reason I’m coming to you, so I can get the help I need to be that person who can cope and all that. I think I frustrate doctors with how treatment-resistant my disorders tend to be. So, I handed her $100, she sent my scripts, I’m still crying, she sends me out. Felt like the most depressing drug deal of my life. Had to sit in my car for 10 minutes crying before I could see well enough to drive. So, I can definitely relate to your experience, in some ways, at least.

When I went to inpatient treatment the second time around, the psych nurse practitioner who was handling my case completely flipped the script from all the bs I’d been through with previous doctors and facilities and such, and I finally felt like things were making sense, somebody was actually listening, and that person had compassion and the willingness to work with me, not against me. I wish I could find her again and see her outside of the realm of inpatient treatment. When I got out, I started seeing the one I’m with now.

I absolutely could not agree more that sometimes the medical community can do more harm than good, perhaps particularly with regard to mental illness. It’s a battle to find the right people. Thank you for your reply, and I’m sorry you’ve had to go through this type of thing, too. I’m glad you found someone who worked with and for you in the end.