I get so happy doing simple errands

I think it’s undeniable at this point. I have been getting progressively better since I started with my new orthomolecular/holistic/energy worker psychiatrist. The improvement began a week into my work with her and has been a constant trend towards better.. Granted, I have set backs—days in which I still spend the majority of time in bed, but more and more now I can go out for a few hours and not fall apart as a result of it.

Today I’m in town. I am still spending 2-4 days in town in my tiny one room cottage/shack/hovel. I like doing this for several reasons. One–I must because I don’t feel safe driving to town and back to my house in the country. My husband has been bringing me back and forth in the evenings a few days apart, because he can’t take me to appointments due to his work schedule, so I need to be here. Secondly, I like being here because when I’m well enough I can go out and actually have somewhere to go unlike in the boonies where our house is so isolated. Also I like being alone from time to time. A house full of demanding pets can get overwhelming in my sensitive state. And sometimes even my supportive kind husband is too much for my over-sensitivity and I just like being alone.

My little cottage is very dark now that spring has arrived. I got here in the winter when there were no leaves on the trees and it was quite bright. But now, because I’m basically in the woods (yes, even though I’m in town) and the leaves are all out the cottage is very dark. I need to have lights on all day. So today I decided I better get some full spectrum light bulbs. Those are the kind of lights they put in light boxes for depression or seasonal affective disorder.

I went to Lowes. And as I drove there I was just so happy to be able to leave the house and run an errand by myself. Really happy. This is a relatively frequent occurrence now. After being basically bedridden from toxicity and some sort of drug withdrawal syndrome I can leave the house and go get light bulbs. Joy!!

So I look at what I’m doing and feel pretty safe assuming it’s my new doctor helping me. She’s added a few supplements and taken a couple away, but for the most part things are not drastically changed in that department, although she felt strongly that the changes she made were important.

Then there is the energy work which has truly taken a leap of faith for me, but at this point I’m pretty sure it’s the most powerful part of our work together. Oddly enough each time we do it I sort of have a regression into feeling really sick and take to bed for a day or two or three, but each time out I am better and better. I don’t know why I get sick when we do it. She says some of her patients have that reaction and others feel a surge of positive energy for a bit. She does not understand exactly what causes my malaise post energy work, but has seen it often enough and watched the improvement that comes in spite of the small set-backs that she figures it is some sort of healing crisis. The body feels worse while it’s healing.

Whatever, I’m not going to complain. I’m getting better.

And tonight I’ll be down to .60 mg of Risperdal—and just to remind you the high was 11 mg, almost twice the usual maximum dose! It’s an awesome feeling to be tapering again because for a while there I was really wondering if I would ever feel well enough to continue.