The difference between getting to recovery and not doing well is often living with your symptoms for too long before reaching out for help. It seems astounding that a person wouldn’t realize on his own that something is remiss in what’s going on.
Miraculously, I knew something was wrong and I reached out to my parents. My mother drove me to the hospital within 24 hours and I got the right medication a day later and three weeks later the symptoms had stopped.
A family member or a trusted friend can be your biggest ally on your treatment team.
Going it alone isn’t easy and you don’t have to go it alone in your recovery.
My memoir, Left of the Dial, is in effect an ode to my mother. I hope to publish it in September.
I’ll talk next about how to designate someone to talk with your treatment providers.