So, I messed up. Sort of. I followed my doctor’s directions, even when I was pretty sure I shouldn’t. You see, almost two weeks ago, he put me on Abilify because my Effexor had stopped working for me. I’d fallen into a deep state of depression for almost five days, and I was the most miserable that I’ve been since that day three-and-a-half years ago when I was admitted to the hospital. I wasn’t suicidal this time, but I was suffering deeply, and I was ready for some relief.