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I feel like I'm confessing or something here...
Well whatever, here goes. I've been diagnosed with PTSD. Been a little over a year since I got an actual diagnosis, but had it for a couple of years prior. However, I didn't want to say I had it until I got an official diagnosis, so for the longest time, I'd say that I had mental health issues. Figured that at least made sense because I did do some therapy sessions, but didn't stay too long.
I'd like to point out that I didn't exactly choose to get into therapy at first; I attempted suicide and failed. Since I was in the Air Force at the time, this meant that I was going to be made to go for my own benefit. So I went for the mandatory 4 sessions to talk about what was really going on. Then I PCSed (Permanent Change of Station) to my next location, which had a TDY (Temporary Duty Assignment) enrout . However, I quickly found out that I really needed more sessions because I was backsiding horribly. To the point that I was getting worse.
So, I basically did what I could to hang on for about 2 and a half months at the TDY, before going to my next (and last) duty station. The first day I arrived there, I checked myself into therapy and stayed in it for about 5 months before stopping. I stopped because I felt like I was getting better and could handle myself at least. It also helped that I had more supportive coworkers as well. But, even there I still ran into issues. I didn't want to go back into therapy because I would feel like I was a failure. I also didn't want to get diagnosed with anything at the time because I was scared about what a diagnosis could mean.
Got out of the Air Force and moved back home. Everything was alright, but I could still tell that I wasn't 'right'. I still was having many of the issues that I had before-hypervigilance, a couple times a year nightmares about what caused said PTSD, constant anxiety, being triggered by certain things that would bring up all the negative emotions I had about the event and myself which would make me feel like I was drowning for a couple of days, a depersonalization episode that would last about an hour every couple of months and some more things. The depersonalization started at my last duty station and I still remember what I was doing at the time.
I felt like I could deal with it, since a lot of the issues were off and on. Also constant anxiety really eats at you, and I didn't realize how badly it did until I really started to address it.
What got me to finally have to get it under control was when my dad was in the hospital. Long story short, my dad was in the hospital for about 4 months. He wasn't taken care of too well and they sent him to therapy when he should have been being treated for cancer. This resulted in me having frequent nightmares for about a month and a half during those 4 months. I was getting getting 2-3 nightmares a night about 6 out of 7 days a week before it started to taper off and stop. Needless to say, I wasn't sleeping well and was actually scared to sleep. Not to mention I was getting really angry and had to watch myself.
My dad died from cancer and about a month and a half later, I finally contacted a therapist after being terrified of doing so. It definitely helped, plus I was taking it a lot more seriously because I really really wanted to get this under control instead of letting it run my life. However, I was still having issues and it really wasn't helped that both my mom and brother ended up in the ER and that my grandma was in the hospital. That last one triggered a massive depersonalization episode that lasted 4 days and was awful. Not only did I have the usual feeling of not feeling right in my body, it got to the point where I was feeling that the skin on my arms wasn't mine and that it was suffocating me. I also had the feeling like that I'd feel better if I tore that skin off (I didn't, but it was scary).
Told my therapist and she gave me a list of psychiatrists. I chose one, told her what was going on, had me get a blood test to make sure it wasn't something else, and when everything came back good, diagnosed me with PTSD. Then I was put on sertraline. Started at 50MG but have been at 150MG for at least 5 months. That's helped so much. That and therapy. I'm still very much in therapy and plan on still being in it for as long as needed. Been in there for over a year now and have been taking sertraline for almost a year.
Well whatever, here goes. I've been diagnosed with PTSD. Been a little over a year since I got an actual diagnosis, but had it for a couple of years prior. However, I didn't want to say I had it until I got an official diagnosis, so for the longest time, I'd say that I had mental health issues. Figured that at least made sense because I did do some therapy sessions, but didn't stay too long.
I'd like to point out that I didn't exactly choose to get into therapy at first; I attempted suicide and failed. Since I was in the Air Force at the time, this meant that I was going to be made to go for my own benefit. So I went for the mandatory 4 sessions to talk about what was really going on. Then I PCSed (Permanent Change of Station) to my next location, which had a TDY (Temporary Duty Assignment) enrout . However, I quickly found out that I really needed more sessions because I was backsiding horribly. To the point that I was getting worse.
So, I basically did what I could to hang on for about 2 and a half months at the TDY, before going to my next (and last) duty station. The first day I arrived there, I checked myself into therapy and stayed in it for about 5 months before stopping. I stopped because I felt like I was getting better and could handle myself at least. It also helped that I had more supportive coworkers as well. But, even there I still ran into issues. I didn't want to go back into therapy because I would feel like I was a failure. I also didn't want to get diagnosed with anything at the time because I was scared about what a diagnosis could mean.
Got out of the Air Force and moved back home. Everything was alright, but I could still tell that I wasn't 'right'. I still was having many of the issues that I had before-hypervigilance, a couple times a year nightmares about what caused said PTSD, constant anxiety, being triggered by certain things that would bring up all the negative emotions I had about the event and myself which would make me feel like I was drowning for a couple of days, a depersonalization episode that would last about an hour every couple of months and some more things. The depersonalization started at my last duty station and I still remember what I was doing at the time.
I felt like I could deal with it, since a lot of the issues were off and on. Also constant anxiety really eats at you, and I didn't realize how badly it did until I really started to address it.
What got me to finally have to get it under control was when my dad was in the hospital. Long story short, my dad was in the hospital for about 4 months. He wasn't taken care of too well and they sent him to therapy when he should have been being treated for cancer. This resulted in me having frequent nightmares for about a month and a half during those 4 months. I was getting getting 2-3 nightmares a night about 6 out of 7 days a week before it started to taper off and stop. Needless to say, I wasn't sleeping well and was actually scared to sleep. Not to mention I was getting really angry and had to watch myself.
My dad died from cancer and about a month and a half later, I finally contacted a therapist after being terrified of doing so. It definitely helped, plus I was taking it a lot more seriously because I really really wanted to get this under control instead of letting it run my life. However, I was still having issues and it really wasn't helped that both my mom and brother ended up in the ER and that my grandma was in the hospital. That last one triggered a massive depersonalization episode that lasted 4 days and was awful. Not only did I have the usual feeling of not feeling right in my body, it got to the point where I was feeling that the skin on my arms wasn't mine and that it was suffocating me. I also had the feeling like that I'd feel better if I tore that skin off (I didn't, but it was scary).
Told my therapist and she gave me a list of psychiatrists. I chose one, told her what was going on, had me get a blood test to make sure it wasn't something else, and when everything came back good, diagnosed me with PTSD. Then I was put on sertraline. Started at 50MG but have been at 150MG for at least 5 months. That's helped so much. That and therapy. I'm still very much in therapy and plan on still being in it for as long as needed. Been in there for over a year now and have been taking sertraline for almost a year.
I feel like I'm confessing or something here...
Well whatever, here goes. I've been diagnosed with PTSD. Been a little over a year since I got an actual diagnosis, but had it for a couple of years prior. However, I didn't want to say I had it until I got an official diagnosis, so for the longest time, I'd say that I had mental health issues. Figured that at least made sense because I did do some therapy sessions, but didn't stay too long.
I'd like to point out that I didn't exactly choose to get into therapy at first; I attempted suicide and failed. Since I was in the Air Force at the time, this meant that I was going to be made to go for my own benefit. So I went for the mandatory 4 sessions to talk about what was really going on. Then I PCSed (Permanent Change of Station) to my next location, which had a TDY (Temporary Duty Assignment) enrout . However, I quickly found out that I really needed more sessions because I was backsiding horribly. To the point that I was getting worse.
So, I basically did what I could to hang on for about 2 and a half months at the TDY, before going to my next (and last) duty station. The first day I arrived there, I checked myself into therapy and stayed in it for about 5 months before stopping. I stopped because I felt like I was getting better and could handle myself at least. It also helped that I had more supportive coworkers as well. But, even there I still ran into issues. I didn't want to go back into therapy because I would feel like I was a failure. I also didn't want to get diagnosed with anything at the time because I was scared about what a diagnosis could mean.
Got out of the Air Force and moved back home. Everything was alright, but I could still tell that I wasn't 'right'. I still was having many of the issues that I had before-hypervigilance, a couple times a year nightmares about what caused said PTSD, constant anxiety, being triggered by certain things that would bring up all the negative emotions I had about the event and myself which would make me feel like I was drowning for a couple of days, a depersonalization episode that would last about an hour every couple of months and some more things. The depersonalization started at my last duty station and I still remember what I was doing at the time.
I felt like I could deal with it, since a lot of the issues were off and on. Also constant anxiety really eats at you, and I didn't realize how badly it did until I really started to address it.
What got me to finally have to get it under control was when my dad was in the hospital. Long story short, my dad was in the hospital for about 4 months. He wasn't taken care of too well and they sent him to therapy when he should have been being treated for cancer. This resulted in me having frequent nightmares for about a month and a half during those 4 months. I was getting getting 2-3 nightmares a night about 6 out of 7 days a week before it started to taper off and stop. Needless to say, I wasn't sleeping well and was actually scared to sleep. Not to mention I was getting really angry and had to watch myself.
My dad died from cancer and about a month and a half later, I finally contacted a therapist after being terrified of doing so. It definitely helped, plus I was taking it a lot more seriously because I really really wanted to get this under control instead of letting it run my life. However, I was still having issues and it really wasn't helped that both my mom and brother ended up in the ER and that my grandma was in the hospital. That last one triggered a massive depersonalization episode that lasted 4 days and was awful. Not only did I have the usual feeling of not feeling right in my body, it got to the point where I was feeling that the skin on my arms wasn't mine and that it was suffocating me. I also had the feeling like that I'd feel better if I tore that skin off (I didn't, but it was scary).
Told my therapist and she gave me a list of psychiatrists. I chose one, told her what was going on, had me get a blood test to make sure it wasn't something else, and when everything came back good, diagnosed me with PTSD. Then I was put on sertraline. Started at 50MG but have been at 150MG for at least 5 months. That's helped so much. That and therapy. I'm still very much in therapy and plan on still being in it for as long as needed. Been in there for over a year now and have been taking sertraline for almost a year.
Well whatever, here goes. I've been diagnosed with PTSD. Been a little over a year since I got an actual diagnosis, but had it for a couple of years prior. However, I didn't want to say I had it until I got an official diagnosis, so for the longest time, I'd say that I had mental health issues. Figured that at least made sense because I did do some therapy sessions, but didn't stay too long.
I'd like to point out that I didn't exactly choose to get into therapy at first; I attempted suicide and failed. Since I was in the Air Force at the time, this meant that I was going to be made to go for my own benefit. So I went for the mandatory 4 sessions to talk about what was really going on. Then I PCSed (Permanent Change of Station) to my next location, which had a TDY (Temporary Duty Assignment) enrout . However, I quickly found out that I really needed more sessions because I was backsiding horribly. To the point that I was getting worse.
So, I basically did what I could to hang on for about 2 and a half months at the TDY, before going to my next (and last) duty station. The first day I arrived there, I checked myself into therapy and stayed in it for about 5 months before stopping. I stopped because I felt like I was getting better and could handle myself at least. It also helped that I had more supportive coworkers as well. But, even there I still ran into issues. I didn't want to go back into therapy because I would feel like I was a failure. I also didn't want to get diagnosed with anything at the time because I was scared about what a diagnosis could mean.
Got out of the Air Force and moved back home. Everything was alright, but I could still tell that I wasn't 'right'. I still was having many of the issues that I had before-hypervigilance, a couple times a year nightmares about what caused said PTSD, constant anxiety, being triggered by certain things that would bring up all the negative emotions I had about the event and myself which would make me feel like I was drowning for a couple of days, a depersonalization episode that would last about an hour every couple of months and some more things. The depersonalization started at my last duty station and I still remember what I was doing at the time.
I felt like I could deal with it, since a lot of the issues were off and on. Also constant anxiety really eats at you, and I didn't realize how badly it did until I really started to address it.
What got me to finally have to get it under control was when my dad was in the hospital. Long story short, my dad was in the hospital for about 4 months. He wasn't taken care of too well and they sent him to therapy when he should have been being treated for cancer. This resulted in me having frequent nightmares for about a month and a half during those 4 months. I was getting getting 2-3 nightmares a night about 6 out of 7 days a week before it started to taper off and stop. Needless to say, I wasn't sleeping well and was actually scared to sleep. Not to mention I was getting really angry and had to watch myself.
My dad died from cancer and about a month and a half later, I finally contacted a therapist after being terrified of doing so. It definitely helped, plus I was taking it a lot more seriously because I really really wanted to get this under control instead of letting it run my life. However, I was still having issues and it really wasn't helped that both my mom and brother ended up in the ER and that my grandma was in the hospital. That last one triggered a massive depersonalization episode that lasted 4 days and was awful. Not only did I have the usual feeling of not feeling right in my body, it got to the point where I was feeling that the skin on my arms wasn't mine and that it was suffocating me. I also had the feeling like that I'd feel better if I tore that skin off (I didn't, but it was scary).
Told my therapist and she gave me a list of psychiatrists. I chose one, told her what was going on, had me get a blood test to make sure it wasn't something else, and when everything came back good, diagnosed me with PTSD. Then I was put on sertraline. Started at 50MG but have been at 150MG for at least 5 months. That's helped so much. That and therapy. I'm still very much in therapy and plan on still being in it for as long as needed. Been in there for over a year now and have been taking sertraline for almost a year.
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Ey what up.
I have a load of mental illnesses, add, tourettes, ocd, dpd, social anxiety, depression, and some psychotic stuff. Possibly schizophrenia but i dont want to make claim to that without a doc's diagnosis
If you want to ask questions about stuff im down B)
I have a load of mental illnesses, add, tourettes, ocd, dpd, social anxiety, depression, and some psychotic stuff. Possibly schizophrenia but i dont want to make claim to that without a doc's diagnosis
If you want to ask questions about stuff im down B)
Ey what up.
I have a load of mental illnesses, add, tourettes, ocd, dpd, social anxiety, depression, and some psychotic stuff. Possibly schizophrenia but i dont want to make claim to that without a doc's diagnosis
If you want to ask questions about stuff im down B)
I have a load of mental illnesses, add, tourettes, ocd, dpd, social anxiety, depression, and some psychotic stuff. Possibly schizophrenia but i dont want to make claim to that without a doc's diagnosis
If you want to ask questions about stuff im down B)
'Sup, hi.
I've... had a long, winding road through the mental health world, haha. When I was very young (I know it started before I was six, because my brother wasn't born yet), I was diagnosed with OCD, eventually also ADD and clinical depression. It didn't seem to cover everything, so I got an 'other' on my IEP when I went into the public school system.
Anyway, I was in college before someone brought up Asperger's-- it came up in regards to my brother, who was still in junior high, and then we realized that our dad and I were the same and had never been diagnosed, and my diagnosis was switched to ('high-functioning'*) autism shortly before everyone's was by virtue of Asperger's being pulled from the DSM.
Anyway, I currently attend arts classes through a program that serves disabled adults in my area. It's not geared specifically towards people who are severely disabled, as many programs are, or to any specific disability, so there's a huge range of people. It was a lot to get used to, socially, but it's been nice to be involved in the greater disabled community (it covers developmental/cognitive/physical everything, basically-- as long as you're not violent, you're in). So there are a lot of different viewpoints in the art created and a lot of different life stories being expressed creatively. It's a very social environment for me, and it can sometimes be very draining, and I don't get along with every single person there, but it gives me some structure and a time and place to create, plus the materials.
I'm also a volunteer public speaker about autism-- it's not very frequent, but every once in a while I'm invited to be part of a panel talking to educators about autism from an inside point of view, so that they can better help their autistic students. I generally get paid in coffee.
*for what that's worth... I suppose it means there's no cognitive component for me, where the autistic students my mother first worked with had severe cognitive delays. She used to be a special education teacher, and is now an autism specialist in charge of diagnosing the under-fives, but at the time, I brought her an article about autism in Reader's Digest, and told her I thought it sounded like me, and she was sure I was wrong because her only experience with diagnosed autism was with kids who were very much not like me in many ways, and most professionals at the time considered it as something that went hand in hand with severe cognitive delays, whereas I was reading by preschool. I was also not interacting with other children, but... /shrug
I've... had a long, winding road through the mental health world, haha. When I was very young (I know it started before I was six, because my brother wasn't born yet), I was diagnosed with OCD, eventually also ADD and clinical depression. It didn't seem to cover everything, so I got an 'other' on my IEP when I went into the public school system.
Anyway, I was in college before someone brought up Asperger's-- it came up in regards to my brother, who was still in junior high, and then we realized that our dad and I were the same and had never been diagnosed, and my diagnosis was switched to ('high-functioning'*) autism shortly before everyone's was by virtue of Asperger's being pulled from the DSM.
Anyway, I currently attend arts classes through a program that serves disabled adults in my area. It's not geared specifically towards people who are severely disabled, as many programs are, or to any specific disability, so there's a huge range of people. It was a lot to get used to, socially, but it's been nice to be involved in the greater disabled community (it covers developmental/cognitive/physical everything, basically-- as long as you're not violent, you're in). So there are a lot of different viewpoints in the art created and a lot of different life stories being expressed creatively. It's a very social environment for me, and it can sometimes be very draining, and I don't get along with every single person there, but it gives me some structure and a time and place to create, plus the materials.
I'm also a volunteer public speaker about autism-- it's not very frequent, but every once in a while I'm invited to be part of a panel talking to educators about autism from an inside point of view, so that they can better help their autistic students. I generally get paid in coffee.
*for what that's worth... I suppose it means there's no cognitive component for me, where the autistic students my mother first worked with had severe cognitive delays. She used to be a special education teacher, and is now an autism specialist in charge of diagnosing the under-fives, but at the time, I brought her an article about autism in Reader's Digest, and told her I thought it sounded like me, and she was sure I was wrong because her only experience with diagnosed autism was with kids who were very much not like me in many ways, and most professionals at the time considered it as something that went hand in hand with severe cognitive delays, whereas I was reading by preschool. I was also not interacting with other children, but... /shrug
'Sup, hi.
I've... had a long, winding road through the mental health world, haha. When I was very young (I know it started before I was six, because my brother wasn't born yet), I was diagnosed with OCD, eventually also ADD and clinical depression. It didn't seem to cover everything, so I got an 'other' on my IEP when I went into the public school system.
Anyway, I was in college before someone brought up Asperger's-- it came up in regards to my brother, who was still in junior high, and then we realized that our dad and I were the same and had never been diagnosed, and my diagnosis was switched to ('high-functioning'*) autism shortly before everyone's was by virtue of Asperger's being pulled from the DSM.
Anyway, I currently attend arts classes through a program that serves disabled adults in my area. It's not geared specifically towards people who are severely disabled, as many programs are, or to any specific disability, so there's a huge range of people. It was a lot to get used to, socially, but it's been nice to be involved in the greater disabled community (it covers developmental/cognitive/physical everything, basically-- as long as you're not violent, you're in). So there are a lot of different viewpoints in the art created and a lot of different life stories being expressed creatively. It's a very social environment for me, and it can sometimes be very draining, and I don't get along with every single person there, but it gives me some structure and a time and place to create, plus the materials.
I'm also a volunteer public speaker about autism-- it's not very frequent, but every once in a while I'm invited to be part of a panel talking to educators about autism from an inside point of view, so that they can better help their autistic students. I generally get paid in coffee.
*for what that's worth... I suppose it means there's no cognitive component for me, where the autistic students my mother first worked with had severe cognitive delays. She used to be a special education teacher, and is now an autism specialist in charge of diagnosing the under-fives, but at the time, I brought her an article about autism in Reader's Digest, and told her I thought it sounded like me, and she was sure I was wrong because her only experience with diagnosed autism was with kids who were very much not like me in many ways, and most professionals at the time considered it as something that went hand in hand with severe cognitive delays, whereas I was reading by preschool. I was also not interacting with other children, but... /shrug
I've... had a long, winding road through the mental health world, haha. When I was very young (I know it started before I was six, because my brother wasn't born yet), I was diagnosed with OCD, eventually also ADD and clinical depression. It didn't seem to cover everything, so I got an 'other' on my IEP when I went into the public school system.
Anyway, I was in college before someone brought up Asperger's-- it came up in regards to my brother, who was still in junior high, and then we realized that our dad and I were the same and had never been diagnosed, and my diagnosis was switched to ('high-functioning'*) autism shortly before everyone's was by virtue of Asperger's being pulled from the DSM.
Anyway, I currently attend arts classes through a program that serves disabled adults in my area. It's not geared specifically towards people who are severely disabled, as many programs are, or to any specific disability, so there's a huge range of people. It was a lot to get used to, socially, but it's been nice to be involved in the greater disabled community (it covers developmental/cognitive/physical everything, basically-- as long as you're not violent, you're in). So there are a lot of different viewpoints in the art created and a lot of different life stories being expressed creatively. It's a very social environment for me, and it can sometimes be very draining, and I don't get along with every single person there, but it gives me some structure and a time and place to create, plus the materials.
I'm also a volunteer public speaker about autism-- it's not very frequent, but every once in a while I'm invited to be part of a panel talking to educators about autism from an inside point of view, so that they can better help their autistic students. I generally get paid in coffee.
*for what that's worth... I suppose it means there's no cognitive component for me, where the autistic students my mother first worked with had severe cognitive delays. She used to be a special education teacher, and is now an autism specialist in charge of diagnosing the under-fives, but at the time, I brought her an article about autism in Reader's Digest, and told her I thought it sounded like me, and she was sure I was wrong because her only experience with diagnosed autism was with kids who were very much not like me in many ways, and most professionals at the time considered it as something that went hand in hand with severe cognitive delays, whereas I was reading by preschool. I was also not interacting with other children, but... /shrug
Does anyone here have experience with sensory processing disorder or alexithymia? I'm not completely sure about the latter, but I know my sensory processing is off bigtime. Misophonia coupled with soft-texture seeking primarily. I'd like to talk to someone about it, but my pdoc admitted he doesn't have the knowledge specifically to diagnose me or discuss it with me.
Does anyone here have experience with sensory processing disorder or alexithymia? I'm not completely sure about the latter, but I know my sensory processing is off bigtime. Misophonia coupled with soft-texture seeking primarily. I'd like to talk to someone about it, but my pdoc admitted he doesn't have the knowledge specifically to diagnose me or discuss it with me.
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I have OCD and Asperger's. I take clomipramine (generic Anafranil), which is a miracle medication for me.
One of my special interests is bipolar-I psychotic mania.
One of my special interests is bipolar-I psychotic mania.
I have OCD and Asperger's. I take clomipramine (generic Anafranil), which is a miracle medication for me.
One of my special interests is bipolar-I psychotic mania.
One of my special interests is bipolar-I psychotic mania.
[quote name="allrealelements" date="2015-02-15 05:51:03"]Does anyone here have experience with sensory processing disorder or alexithymia? I'm not completely sure about the latter, but I know my sensory processing is off bigtime. Misophonia coupled with soft-texture seeking primarily. I'd like to talk to someone about it, but my pdoc admitted he doesn't have the knowledge specifically to diagnose me or discuss it with me.[/quote]
sensory processing disorder right here! was diagnosed as a child and im still very affected by it. feel free to pm me, or i can pm you.
allrealelements wrote on 2015-02-15 05:51:03:
Does anyone here have experience with sensory processing disorder or alexithymia? I'm not completely sure about the latter, but I know my sensory processing is off bigtime. Misophonia coupled with soft-texture seeking primarily. I'd like to talk to someone about it, but my pdoc admitted he doesn't have the knowledge specifically to diagnose me or discuss it with me.
I'm Kat. I have PTSD, panic disorder, and severe depression. My counselors seem to think I am improving a bit though :D
I'm Kat. I have PTSD, panic disorder, and severe depression. My counselors seem to think I am improving a bit though :D
Wow, I found it! Yay!
My mental illnesses or "Poisons" and/or "sicknesses"
- Dysthymia (Mild but long lasting, months at a time depression)
- A.D.D
- some sort of anxiety disorder, I haven't seen my therapist since she diagnosed me but I might return back to her.
I have some other stuff but that's way personal.
My mental illnesses or "Poisons" and/or "sicknesses"
- Dysthymia (Mild but long lasting, months at a time depression)
- A.D.D
- some sort of anxiety disorder, I haven't seen my therapist since she diagnosed me but I might return back to her.
I have some other stuff but that's way personal.
Wow, I found it! Yay!
My mental illnesses or "Poisons" and/or "sicknesses"
- Dysthymia (Mild but long lasting, months at a time depression)
- A.D.D
- some sort of anxiety disorder, I haven't seen my therapist since she diagnosed me but I might return back to her.
I have some other stuff but that's way personal.
My mental illnesses or "Poisons" and/or "sicknesses"
- Dysthymia (Mild but long lasting, months at a time depression)
- A.D.D
- some sort of anxiety disorder, I haven't seen my therapist since she diagnosed me but I might return back to her.
I have some other stuff but that's way personal.
“Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.”
~ J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
~ J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings