Everything went surprisingly ok considering the last time I saw an NHS psychiatrist he was an absolute twat who gave me idiotic (and actually dangerous) advice. Did not appreciate that they didn't tell me there were two student doctors sitting in with the psychiatrist and nurse though. I didn't like to say anything until the doctor asked me why I was looking out of the window so much and I felt like where tf am I supposed to look, I've got three strangers facing me like they're waiting for me to burst into a virtuosic rendition of Landslide. It's also really worrying when you haven't said anything in over a minute and you can hear multiple people scribbling or typing away. You start to wonder what it is you're doing that's interesting enough to write down and question if you're just acting really strangely.
Anyway, I agreed to switch antipsychotics. My main issue with the one I'm on (and why I started taking less than half the dose) is that it makes it very difficult to wake up during the night due to the sedation and I was worried that someone would break in and I'd need to wake up immediately to defend myself. The new one apparently has the opposite effect and I might be totally wired for two weeks but the voice in my head had fuck all to say about it so
Just waiting for my GP surgery to write the prescription so I can collect it.
A genuine thank you to all of you for your kindness and letting me stomp all over the thread like the main character of Twitter. It really does make a difference to an anonymous sweaty lonely sideboard. I'll draw all of your gardens when I'm better. If you don't have a garden I will buy you some fascist merch instead.