The answer regarding how to get around the system of waiting what seemed to be forever for an appointment with a psychiatrist was actually easier than I'd imagined. I think one of the nurses in the family doctor's office helped me come up with the details, but I can't quite recall. That's one of the bad parts of what I've struggled with - details are sometimes a bit sketchy because my memory seems to have been ruined at some point during this period. Anyway, I digress.
I made an appointment with a counselor in the same office where the psychiatrist worked. She would need counseling in addition to psychiatric care, after all, right? Then, the counselor could recommend she really needed to be seen and get her in sooner!
It worked like a charm. We had her in and on anti-depressants within a few weeks instead of a few months. Bless that counselor and the idea for working our way into the graces of the care she needed at that time.
I was relieved, but as it turns out later, I really shouldn't have been too relieved...the story of hatred, lies, overdoses, and hidden pills awaits. Just when I thought we were going to be going down a road of relief, we were actually headed down the hill to the pits...
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