It's a looooooooonnnnng story, but after about 20 years of struggling with on-again off-again depression, I have recently been given a diagnosis of bipolar. Yeah, I'm totally thrilled (sarcasm). It's coupled with PTSD, which I've known about for years, and just sort of dealt with on my own.
Anyway, I've been given some medication. Actually, "given" is probably the wrong term. I traded $108 of my hard-earned cash for it. In any event, doc says to allow at least a month before the effects are noticeable. At this moment, he might as well have said, "Be patient: by the time you're 193 years old, you'll feel better."
Minutes feel like hours; hours feel like days. There is nowhere, with no one, that I feel relaxed, safe, and happy.
So, what about the meantime? How do I keep the depression at bay (can't take antidepressants anymore--as the bp got worse, the reactions to the antidepressants were hellish, and that's putting it mildly)? How do I push back the complete gut-wrenching, heart breaking, soul-rendering agony of existence? How do I repress the anger, confusion, and frustration? I have no choice--I HAVE to deal with people (and lots of them) in my job.
Any suggestions would be most appreciated.
BTW: yes, I have recently acquired a therapist. I have my doubts about the efficacy of the process, but am willing to try. I had my first appointment recently, and due to the cost of all the doctor appointments and the meds, I cannot see this person once a week, or even once every two weeks. Once a month is even pushing it.

