The timing isn’t right to switch pills. The timing is never right to switch pills, really. No time is good to go wonky in the brain. Where things were mostly predictable now they are not. Predictably unpredictable, that’s how I am.
It makes me wonder what is really so bad with my brain. I went through years where I was supported by anti-depressant alone. I never threw things at walls then. I never cried and wanted to scream. What is different now that needs to be fixed? What has changed?
And, in the meantime, we will continue.We'll do laundry and go to the movies and keep trying to make friends and I will keep going back to the doctor until things feel right in my head. We'll keep adapting to our space and I will keep adapting to the brain of mine because, well, love what you've got, right? Doesn't do any good to spend all our time wishing it was different. Make a change or stop whining.
That's the moral of the story.