I’m going to the doctor tomorrow to find out what’s wrong with me.
I fully expect to come away with some kind of diagnosis.
All I know is that I’m tired of feeling like I’m coming up short in everything. I’m thisclose to falling apart and that’s just not me. Not anymore. I’ve been so mentally healthy for such a long time. It’s hard to know that the crazy is still lurking in there, trying to make me anxious and depressed.
Anxiety and depression ruin everything. Relationships, jobs, friendships, everything. I don’t really want to ruin everything just because there’s something going on in my brain that I can’t control.