Dr. Moore prescribed an anti-depressant dose of lithium. I was sick with terror. Did she think I was bipolar? Would I have to take it forever? What were the side affects? My cocktail had grown to 9 pills each night and I felt completely unsure of my ability to heal with all these crutches.
After a few months I wasn't able to tolerate the lithium any longer but found a substitute that continues to give me life, let me feel and express joy and, mostly, want to live.
I will know by June 15 the final details of my insurance appeal for something like $30,000 of hospitalization. I have been winning incremental battles and have found the effort invigorating. It is an advocacy I am blatantly passionate about.