My beloved therapist of seven or eight years lived over an hour away. She didn’t charge me for our sessions (I guess I was a charity case), so I felt guilty and didn’t call her unless it was an emergency. 930 more words
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The first time I had a proper panic attack I was in Tesco cafe, I was having the vegetarian breakfast and coca-cola with a straw. We just dropped my cat off with the vets to be spayed and I had anxiety about the operation not going smoothly, it went fine but at the time I was scared and didn’t know what to do. 251 more words
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So I’ve been thinking about writing a blog type thing as kind of a diary or in lieu of actually talking to someone so I figure why not chuck it out there on the internet for all to to see, I feel the sense of anonymity lifts that veil of fear of judgement, I mean, I don’t know you, you don’t know me so what can go wrong right?