What made me finally go to the doctor? Well, it goes a little like this...
Bill and I a year before our wedding. I couldn't find a wedding
pic on the computer - we got hard copies of our pics - no
photo CD's back then.
Little did I know, I had just suffered from an anxiety attack. That was just the first straw. A few months into our marriage I had a breakdown. I couldn't get out of bed, I was so sad and didn't know why, I had no energy. I was confused. I still to this day cannot believe Bill didn't run for the hills!! He is the most wonderful man. That's when he convinced me to make an appointment. The appointment where I was diagnosed.
This is just one tiny speck in my journey over the last nine years. I hope to share more with you over time. I find it therapeutic to get this out. I know some of you may be dealing with the same thing. There's nothing wrong with that. In fact, there's nothing wrong with you! In future posts I would like to share my thoughts on drugs, therapists, understanding this disease, and healing.
See you tomorrow!