This is a good news/bad news post. Sort of. This morning I had my last meeting with Dr. L. I really hate that it was my last meeting with her because we really connected. I always felt very comfortable talking to her, and she talked to me the way I imagine I would talk to my patients if I were a psychiatrist.

It’s been about six weeks since our last meeting, which was about four weeks after I had switched antidepressants (woah! math!). At that last meeting I told Dr. L that I felt better, but wasn’t sure if I was supposed to feel much better since it had been so long since I felt good I wasn’t sure what “good” was supposed to feel like. So we decided to give it a few more weeks and if at that time I still felt like I needed to feel better that I should up my dose of antidepressants.

This morning Dr. L and I discussed how I *didn’t* up my dose because I felt “good enough” that I didn’t think I needed it. However, based on how hormonal I got recently when Aunt Flo showed up for the second time since April (another post on this to follow), Dr. L said I should go ahead and up my dose. So I will. Because I trust her. And because I kind of agree with her.

But now, right in the middle of all this, Dr. L is leaving and I’ll be starting all over with another provider. Yes, I actually found one. My boss also takes antidepressants and told me about the practice she goes to. It’s near work and I was able to get an appointment pretty quickly.

I’ll be meeting with a nurse practitioner, which is fine, especially since there are several MDs in the practice. So another four weeks until I meet the new person, plus an increased dose of antidepressants and we’ll see how I’m doing. Hopefully, “better.”