I know that some people in some countries don't usually have a nice patient-doctor relationship with their psychiatrist, but I really felt comfortable with this doctor, more than the therapist that used to attend me. 

When the clerk told me that she retired, I immediately feel a strong urge to cry (I cried at home later). I'm so happy for her, and I hope she gets a good retirement and a long, peaceful life... but at the same time I feel like I've lost an important person. I am so afraid for which will be my next psychiatrist. 

Don't get me wrong, I didn't know her outside the mental heath centre, in fact we only saw each other in my appointments, but I remember her patience with me (when I used to abandon medication for no reason, for example) and also the first time that I had to be hospitalized (long story). 

I was in an empty room waiting for the ambulance to take me to the ward, crying my soul out. She came in, give me chamomile tea with and a diazepam pill to calm myself down. She told me, "I'm sorry, I should have being more careful with the medication that I gave you, I'm really sorry (or something like that)". The medication was Fluoxetine/ Prozac, which gave me a manic episode. She didn't suspect that I could have Bipolar disorder. Meanwhile, my therapist was just filling documents for my admission; she didn't say a word to me.

The worst thing is that I didn't get the chance to say to her: Thank you for being a good doctor. Thank you for your patience. Thank you for your hard work. Thank you for being there since I war 15. 

Just, thank you, Dr.