Hell Is What You Make It.

Last night, my relationship ended. If time is any indicator of intensity, it was eighteen months to the day. It felt like being ripped in half. This morning I went and saw my psychiatrist as per my appointment. His main concern was my moods over the last few months. We didn't discuss the relationship breakdown for too long, but he did mention that he would withhold treatment for comorbid moderate to severe depression until I re-adjust and finish the grieving process. He did switch me back to instant release Ritalin and helped me come up with a dosing schedule so I could get twelve hours of medication coverage through the day.