I am not well at all.
After managing OK for about three years, life has gotten so stressful and painful, and broken that I finally admitted to myself I need to go back into therapy. Between having a surge of my old adoption issues coming up, and some very serious, awful polyamory drama mixed in with losing a best friend, I'm not doing so well.
I hated being in therapy before. I don't think I'll enjoy it any more this time around. But I need the help, and I know it. Medication alone is no longer managing my depression or anxiety.
Today, I asked my psychiatrist for recommendations. He gave me one, who I called and I don't think will work; she in turn gave me another suggestion. I'm now waiting to hear back on that. Finding a good shrink is a little too much like dating for my tastes.
I'm still stressed and shaky from my Dr's visit and the phone calls, and I still don't have an answer. This is going to be hard. Wish me luck--I'll need all the good thoughts I can get.