After what I can only describe as the worst seven weeks of my life, finally ending, well its not ended but its ended up with me dealing with an increase in panic/anxiety attacks, just last week I had three in one week when I usually have one once a month if I’m lucky..
and one of the days I had two back to back of each other.. not good..
So… I am super proud of myself, that I finally picked up the phone and called my GP… to talk to someone about my issues, my mum has recommended that I go see her massage therapist, so that’s probably where I am going to go, if the doctor asks me if I would like treatment, I don’t want to medicate.. I want to try and talk through my problems first before going down the extreme route of medication..
Not that medication is bad, but I don’t think it would be right for me, as I know I find talking much more therapeutic, Mr S has dealt with me talking all the time about my issues, I think its fair that he gets a little break haha.
My appointment is on the 18th of August, my mum is coming with me as I will be alone with the children, offering me support and trying to make sure that my opinions on being medicated at this second, aren’t ignored.
I feel proud I did it, considering I don’t like talking to people on the phone OR people in general, its a big step for me..
A big step in a much more healthier mind.
I will update you all more later..