It was so nice to log on and see that my "angel" wrote too me. Thank you Carmie and Sunny if there was ever a day I needed too hear from you it was now, sometimes this site is all that keeps me going and the hope of recovery and my life back again.
I have my nurse appt tommorow, I am going to go in with "less expectations" I am not going to go there {if I make it because I am scared too leave the house} I am not going to expect her too wave her magic wand and cure me, that is not going too happen, I will just get my meds and go, I keep hoping she will "cure" me and that is unrealistic she does not have that power.
I think the two things right now that are keeping me ill is number one I just went through a year of therapy and it did not help in fact I think it made me worse and that is scary, towards the end he got angry and "snakey" with me, almost like I was hurting his ego because I was not getting better, and that is so unfair too me, he is the mental health professional too act unprofessional because I was not getting better was not good, and the comment about me being "crazy" and "what color flowers do you want for you're funeral" was just plain mean, its going to take me awhile to forget that, I put my health, trust, money, and mental health in this man's hands, somehow I must let it go, I know tommorow my nurse is going to insist I see a therapist, but its so hard to find someone in the evening and after my bad experience I am so gun shy even too try again.
Also my voice is still not back and that "lump" in my throat came back and I am dreading a camera down my throat, I doubt I can do that, it terrifies me, and if its cancer I will fall apart! This and the therapist disaster is keeping me sick I think, I so wish I did not become physcially sick because I plummeted down back bad. I have to start going back up, for my family.
I have had some sort of epithany of sorts I realize now, that there is NO magic pill, person, or thing that is going to make me well, I have to somehow someway draw upon what strength I have left and help myself, my Aunt seems to think I am going to need some help, I think she means a female therapist or a new med, but I cannot take the antidepressants and its probably going to take a little while to find a new therapist, I should deal with the throat issue first, which is scaring me very badly.
I use to be a strong person, I always counted on myself and not others I had courage and bravery and not full of fear. I have too keep praying and hoping I can have my life back, one of the last things my therapist said to me was "just accept the fact you will be miserable for awhile" I do NOT want to accept that, noone should accept feeling terrible panicky and depressed, I know acceptance is good in some things but him telling me just to be miserable was not right, I think I bought into that and it happened! I know others on this site have crawled out of the deep dark hole of panic and depression and that gives me hope, one day I hope too be one of them and help others like you all have helped me. Two things I still have and trying too hold on too and live, my family and my hope, I often heard where there is hope there is life. Thank you for praying for me.