Last time I blogged I had increased my medication. It was September, not long after my birthday and I was actually feeling optimistic about the prospect of getting better than I currently was.
I was nervous, to begin with, awaiting the same possible symptoms as before. Feeling more anxious, stomach aches and rumbling head pains did flow through however they didn’t last too long. A couple of weeks in and my feelings about everything calmed once again. Although this time I was feeling a tad more confident that I was a few weeks before. I wrote this short blog piece mid-October and never got around to completing it for publishing. Read more
With full support from my doctor, of course. In fact, it was a recommendation that was said to me a few seconds before I was about to suggest it. Things were going good, great at times but something was lacking. Something was stopping me from beating through the last hurdle e.g. longer car journeys, especially motorways.
At the Start.
When I first started taking the drug Sertraline it was 2016 and I was nervous. My dad was receiving treatment for a terminal illness whilst my best friend had suddenly passed away. I had been battling on with anxiety for a number of years until I finally bucked up the courage to tell my doctor how I really was feeling.
Today is my birthday. It’s usually something people meet with either happiness or dread, depending on what end of the spectrum you are on age wise. I’m in my twenty-ninth year as of September 2nd, which makes me a freshly made overthinking twenty-eight year old. My anxiety all began when I was a child but my first ‘proper’ panic attack began on my twenty-first birthday.
The stresses of not completing all the tasks I had wanted to by that age all came down on top of me. There was no university graduation, no long-term job, no apartment, no savings and no partner (although this wasn’t on my list of things to have it would have been nice to think I had settled down).