Hello Rambo - I am on the same drug you are on, albeit a lower dose; although I think we vary so very much as human beings, that drug dose is by the by, a small dose can effect some people greatly & others be not as affected by a large dose. I think it depends allot on the individual makeup.
I have been plodding along to the psych every 3-4 months, for a 5 min appointment. Not complaining. On the whole I do cope well, but I am not a recovered/cured person. I take a powerful drug which has strong side effects. I have been on this drug over 10 years. I get many side effects. A main one is tiredness, but also apathy, exhaustion, & general malaise. I am not lazy; getting things done is a real struggle & my life has been an enormous effort in survival. Due I think to not having been in hospital for a long time, & being able to live independently; I don't think the professionals much care. As long as I'm not running around the streets naked with a carving knife, then I don't think they are bothered in the slightest.
On my last appointment I did chat about a long term goal of eventually being in some kind of work - if I can improve things in my life. Well I have a CPA mailed to me which was inaccurate to say the least, it angered & worried me, as it painted a picture of someone who has been mentally stable for years, no problems, & wants to soon be in work. I have written the psych a long letter, around 6 pages, explaining my day to day difficulties, side effects, lack of support etc. An honest look at my life. I have heard nothing back. I have an appointment in a few weeks & I will see what they have to say. With all this benefit reform from our fascist Government in the works I have been concerned. I had a benefit review form in the post the other day, which has got me riled as well. Maybe I am worrying for no reason. It sickens me; on one hand I want to do the best I can in life & to be as functioning as I can. While on the other hand I have minimal support & help from psych services; unless there has been a crisis - in which case I am sedated & locked up, & I am forced into the position of hoop jumping like some performing dog to justify the fact I have to rely on benefits. What a bunch of callous Wank*rs.