The last time I took the dreadful medication was Sunday evening. I’m happy to say that I have felt better with each passing day. I feel like me again. Praise God!
But along with feeling like me again comes the insomnia and anxiety. I think the insomnia is particularly rough as I was so sedated by the dreadful medication. I also think that medication was working on the anxiety. It is definitely returning. One of the reasons I know this is I’m worrying again about things out of my control, like meetings with people and even going to the family doctor.
I have an appointment with my family doctor this morning to talk to her about what’s been going on. But I’m slightly terrified at what she’ll say. WHat if she thinks I’m crazy? What if she thinks I’m fine? What if she doesn’t want to help me? Do I dare to get my hopes up only to have them shot down?
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