ECT requires long commitment. There are six to twelve intensive treatment (three per week), and then after that, one per week for four weeks.
I'm not allowed to drive for three weeks after my intensive treatment. Or for twenty-four hours after each treatment.
You hope in all of that, there's a miracle. You wake up, and someone re-started the clock back. You find the person you were before the dark came.
Most of me thinks it's all bullshit. The tides of bipolar disorder rules, makes up their own language and bow to nothing. ECT, pills, lights--all of it, and you're just waiting for the tip of the scale. Manic. Depressed. Manic.
Manic.
Rocking gently like a chair in the corner of the living room.
No comments:
Post a Comment