Every time I try a new drug and it goes well the first day or two, everyone around me goes “Yay!! – Everything will be hunky dory now. You’re cured!! Stride into the future and don’t look back!!!”
And I say “Well, maybe.”
“Be positive!” they say. “Why are you always so pessimistic?”
Guess whose view of the situation tends to be right?
If I am trying a new drug, it’s going to take at least 2-3 months to determine if it is (a) effective, (b) effective over a period of time, and (c) has side effects I can live with. I’m fine with you being cautiously optimistic if it appears to work initially, but it really pisses me off if you get over the top happy about it.
Yeah, I know you are thrilled to see me not depressed, but that doesn’t mean it will last. When you gush over my apparent recovery, you put pressure on me to live up to your happiness – something I really don’t need. Worse, your thrill blinds you to the fact that I am still ill and you make huge assumptions about what I am capable of for the next few days or weeks. Which are usually very wrong.
My caution is not pessimism. I have 15 years of dealing with my mood swings and lots of medications, and it is a wealth of experience. I do know – pretty much exactly – the issues that I will need to deal with. If I’m being careful, it’s because I should be.