Luckily I have an awesome family who kept my head above water and refused to let me drown (metaphorically). They firmly pushed/prodded/dragged me to see a doctor, and I have now been on anti-anxiety/depression meds for 2 weeks.
Are they helping? I think so. I can get out of bed, and I don't feel the weight of the universe trying to smother me anymore. But the panic has not gone away in entirety. At this moment I am again fighting off another attack.
I still need to learn how to battle my triggers and defend against my own negative thoughts.
This is a strange journey that I never thought I would find myself undertaking. I am utterly terrified, and yet, because of the meds, there is a strange chasm between my feelings and my physical self that is very foreign. Which naturally adds even more to my fears.
"Curiouser and curiouser," said Alice.
Terkadang ada daftar campionqq seteru yg memetieskan kita terhadap masuk di 'perangkapnya' dan berulang jago kepada ikutin raise kita ketika di gertak.
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