I’m finding it strangely ironic that, when it seems as though I finally found a permanent end to my pain, I’ve been struck with anxiety and depression. If there’s a God of Irony, He’s laughing His polka-dotted socks off!
So my battle to feel better continues. I am managing to go to work and stay there all day. Oh sure, I get a little panicked right around lunchtime. I find myself thinking “I could just go home” but I tough it out. The more I’m there, the more I achieve just by being out in the wide world. The more I’m in the wide world, the more natural it feels to be at work and interacting with people. My list of “out of the ordinary” things to find intimidating is therefore lessening. I even had lunch with my work colleagues on Friday – something I’ve only done once or twice before.
Unfortunately, due to the death and funeral of my father-in-law, I think my anti-depressants aren’t working as well as they were. I’m hoping that, once my extra stresses diminish, my tablets will start working well again. Also, I’m skipping two weeks of counselling sessions due to not knowing when the funeral was taking place. However, this does mean that I’ll have LOTS to talk about when I get to see her again. She’d better be ready for me!
I would like to thank Syn at Expiation for getting in touch. Your blog is an inspiration! I am grateful in particular for The Spirit of Counting Spoons and reminding me that I am not responsible for my illnesses nor my current depression and anxiety. I am responsible for getting back up.