(April 12, 2017 at 3:30 pm)Esquilax Wrote: Spent most of the day in some combination of panic attack and depressive episode, which was... interesting. Every muscle right down to my toes was clenched with tension, but I couldn't move.
According to the diagnostic reports I have now, I have a psychiatric disability. A mental illness so long-lasting and severe that my doctors all suggest I quit work entirely, file for disability support, and focus on treatment for at least the next few years. That's what I'm doing, and since filling out the applications puts me into such a tailspin that I end up paralyzed with ennui and anxiety, I tend to agree.
Well, at least now when I have bad days like today, I know what to call it, and I don't end up just blaming myself. That's a plus.
Big hugs.
The first step is usually the hardest in these things. Once the journey has started it will get easier. Just keep your eyes on the goal and take one step at a time.
Take care and if you need someone to talk to, let me know.
(And I just went back and read what I wrote. How many clichés can I use in one paragraph?)
Playing Cluedo with my mum while I was at Uni:
"You did WHAT? With WHO? WHERE???"
