Thank you. We, my husband and myself, were just discussing my medications and which ones would have to go. I have an appointment with my psychiatrist on Wednesday and the way that my last appointment went I know that getting him to take me off the meds is going to be like pulling teeth. It's not exactly like the medications are doing anything more than making me feel more numb than I already feel sans medication.

He's medication happy and because he's employed through the Department of Veteran's Affairs we suspect he is trying to change my diagnosis so that the VA doesn't have to pay me benefits, apparently from a few articles I've read that's what some are being told to do.

I've been diagnosed with PTSD since Dec 2002. I feel safer writing on this site because of how carefully moderated it is. My mother has been known to stalk me online. She's tracked me down on another site now twice and harassed me to the point of a complete mental breakdown.

I am very grateful to have the therapist I have. Things work in mysterious ways. And that's how I got hooked up with her, my daughter happens to be best friends with her god-daughter and we met the little girl's mother by happenstance.

I always feel nervous before going to sleep though because of the potential of having nightmares which probably in retrospect makes it worse. But some of the medications I'm on knock me out completely. (That would be Seroquel-awful for weight gain).

My husband and I feel like all I really need is an anti-depressant and an anti-anxiety medication and my therapist agrees.

As you can probably tell I'm really nervous about my upcoming appointment but I'm also nervous everytime I head up to that particular clinic because the city used to be one in which my ex and his mother lived and so it brings me alot of flashbacks and anxiety. Sometimes I think that's stupid, to have so much anxiety over a city.

I am sorry about typing so much in one post but I figure cause I'm still a moderated member the more I type out...it's easier than waiting for a response or a secondary comment.

((I tend to apologize alot))