Chapter Nine“Just like with your manic symptoms, you’re not realizing that some of your depressed thoughts aren’t real. You’re not a failure. You’re not worthless,” Dr. Mayer said. “Do you believe me?”
As before, I shook my head.
“I’m going to try you on something different.”
I still don’t remember what it was called. The next morning I was sitting in a group session, chairs in a circle. I felt exhausted. My head kept drooping. At one point I almost fell out of my seat. The therapist, Caroline, led me back to my room and told me to lie down. I vaguely remember Dr. Mayer telling me to sleep it off, and that we would try something different.
This is when the trial-and-error guinea pig experiments began. I remembered going through this years ago. I won’t use any medication names because s
