I felt this sensation in the pit of my stomach – it was a combination of sympathy and anger – listening to Annie tell me, through tears, about her postpartum journey into the world of psychiatry. 

Three separate psychiatrists dismissed me when I expressed concerns about taking an addictive medication like Klonopin.  It’s been two years, I can’t get off it, I’m on 4 psych meds and I feel worse than I ever did before I started this treatment. Continue reading →