Like finding an ugly sweater when you’re freezing…
I don’t like doctors. I hate medicine. I don’t even take Tylenol when I have a headache.
Tomorrow I’m going to see a psychiatrist because I’ve been having horrifically bad anxiety attacks at work the past few days. It’s happened before but very infrequently and it’s never been this intense. Uncontrollable crying, unable to breath properly, throwing up even when I haven’t been able to eat sort of thing. Not sleeping well and weird, bad dreams when I do.
Out of curiosity and because I figured they’d ask me to fill out paperwork I called my parents to see if anything like this runs in the family. Turns out my mom started having the same problem about my age, because of her job.
My mom is cool now. She’s one of the strongest, most intelligent people I know. So, I’ll probably be cool. I’m not really worried about it, much. I am more worried about the fact that I am almost looking forward to some kind of medication, at least to help me sleep if nothing else.
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danielmcbatman said:
Clearly it’s the lack of hanging out with me that’s causing your brain problems.
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