It's so hard when any choice is a bad one.
If I taper off the topamax, that leaves me with several weeks of low to no coverage for my bipolar depression, which is a mighty ugly and dangerous situation -- not just for me, but for my two children. And my job, which I am holding on to rather precariously. Switching meds isn't really a switch - it's a gap in meds. That's very scary.
On the other hand, sticking to a gluten-free diet is really a pain in the neck unless one absolutely has to do it. I looooove pasta and whole grains! sigh.
And finally, I don't trust any of my diagnoses any more! I don't know whether I really am mentally ill, or whether it's really just a digestive disease, or whether it's not a digestive disease and just a mental illness - I'm SO confused!
Skinny and confused and depressed. Feels like I'm 14 again and not 44. Either way - miserable.