Psych turned out to be a bad thing. I've never seen a doctor who didn't care for their patients as much as this one. Passing me to other doctors without talking to me first, ridiculous fees, bitchy rude receptionists... I'm starting to wonder if it's worth it. I can function just fine as I am, especially with Squee around.
That said, this morning I looked into the bathroom mirror and could see the silhouette of my heart in my chest, through my clothes. I didn't recognise myself again.
I don't know if it's getting better or if I'm just between episodes again. I'm so sick of not knowing.
Different doctor on Monday. Maybe this one will do better.