I had this problem when I was going through some shit (bi-polar) more than a decade ago. My shrink asked me if I could take a medical leave from work to figure out what meds would be the best fit. After initially declining, I accepted that I couldn’t go on and took a medical leave for 90 days (protected in California).
We got me stabilized on fewer meds and my situation drastically improved. My job was still hell, and that eventually broke me, but I would have spun out harder and faster (suicide, I’m pretty sure), without dialing in the meds. Quitting that job was one of the most substantial decisions of my life. (I still attempted suicide later, but that was a product of abandoning treatment, not failure of treatment.)
Treatment can work. It can be hard to get it right. Also, bingo, mother fuckers!
I had this problem when I was going through some shit (bi-polar) more than a decade ago. My shrink asked me if I could take a medical leave from work to figure out what meds would be the best fit. After initially declining, I accepted that I couldn’t go on and took a medical leave for 90 days (protected in California).
We got me stabilized on fewer meds and my situation drastically improved. My job was still hell, and that eventually broke me, but I would have spun out harder and faster (suicide, I’m pretty sure), without dialing in the meds. Quitting that job was one of the most substantial decisions of my life. (I still attempted suicide later, but that was a product of abandoning treatment, not failure of treatment.)
Treatment can work. It can be hard to get it right. Also, bingo, mother fuckers!