We had a beautiful Thanksgiving dinner last Thursday, and we truly have so much to be thankful for. I roasted my first turkey complete with brine and my brother-in-law’s herb butter sauce. Almost all of John’s family came to our house for Thanksgiving dinner, and we had his nephew on speaker phone during the prayer. We had a stressful weekend with John’s brother’s illness, and are starting to get back in the swing of things today.
I continue to improve with ignoring any whispering or yelling voices that I hear. At this point, I can ignore and disregard almost everything. Last week, I was very angry with the few voices I was still hearing occasionally, so I told John that I had written a letter and posted it online. We had a long discussion, and I also told him that I wasn’t taking my medication anymore. I am only taking the anti-depressant. I stopped taking the anti-psychotics because they didn’t work, I gained too much weight, and it was such a toxic dosage. I am doing well, however, and I believe that my weekly therapy appointments have done more to help me manage my symptoms and deal with this illness than the medication ever has.