I have been in therapy since 1972 and have watched psychiatric services undergo tremendous changes. If they were that coordinated, my chart would show a virtual smorgasbord of labels and treatments. All without physical tests to back them up. As some forgotten comic said, "I suffer ASS. Another Syndrome Syndrome." My own memory for names is not equal to the task of remembering where the charts are located, much less the labels attached to the pro notes.

I started losing my faith in the Church of Psychiatry when medication therapy became the go-to solution for everything. A round of state enforced medication pushed me over the top. I can't seem to trust a physical solution without physical proof. I can't seem to shake the old school notion that drugs are a crutch to get me through the broken periods with the goal of losing the crutch as quickly as possible.

That early therapy worked miracles in my life. It helped me get out of the gutters I was born in and cobble together a functional life. Not perfect, but functional. I can't find the faith in to jump on the medication therapy bandwagon, but I don't want to throw the baby out with the bath water.