When I made the call to go to partial hospitalization I thought it would be a good idea. I went because I knew I needed the extra help and it was nice to get out of the house and meet new people who I can relate to and understand what I am going through. During the program I was told that I could not see the nurse practicioner who was visiting the group, finally I asked to see her because I believe that something is wrong and that my meds are not working I was allowed to see her today and it did nothing she suspects that I am bipolar and didnt prescribe me anything for it. I felt neglected in the group setting and it made me feel like crap the entire week, one day I had actually convinced myself that I was taking placebos and that I wasnt taking the meds anymore I was done. Today was my last day of the group, I was having a very manic episode feeling hyper and impulsive no one helped. I feel like this has been a huge waste of time. Whats the point?
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