Clinical Trial

Erik Austin
Jul 9
1 min read

Well, that was a day. I drove 40 miles to this clinical trial—thinking maybe, just maybe, I’d finally get some answers. After filling out a forest's worth of paperwork, peeing in a cup, doing a breathalyzer (for some reason?), and getting weighed and blood-pressured, I finally sat down with the psychiatrist.

She asked me a few questions, tilted her head, and basically said, “Yeah… you’re not bipolar enough.”

So—no trial, no compensation, no clarity. Just a road trip, some disappointment, and a weird sense of relief?

And to top it off, it’s Colton’s birthday, which means once again I won’t be joining my family to see my dad. And once again, my mom told me to “just come and ignore him.” COME ON. Like that’s emotionally healthy.

Anyway… that was my Wednesday. Mental health: always an adventure. 🎭🌀