Where wild minds come to rest
So I often wrote about treatment and I was taking it serious for more or less a month then shit hit the fan. Now it's getting increasingly bad, so I took my phone and rang my general practitioner for a visit. I can't function, at all, I have not been able to work for more or less a month now and I just don't manage anymore. So the hunt for a therapist and a psychiatrist starts again, and I hope my gp will write me home for a few days just so I can cry out and collect myself instead of feeling like I'm about to burst into tears at the office. I might try some meds at this point because it's just not funny anymore.
I don't know what happened or why it got so bad. I had this huge huge stress and never really had time to recover from it, and now that I don't have a deadline to press against I feel exhausted and drained about all the time. The only time I don't feel that bad is when I am daydreaming or writing out my daydream stories or just shutting my mind down with mindless facebooking. I feel anxious and disappointed in myself almost non-stop. And I need to pull myself together and I don't know if I'll be able to do it.