WesternSky
Bronze Member
I finally went to see a psychiatrist to get my meds refilled and up the dosage. I saw him once three months ago. He would only give me a month's supply so I would be forced to come back. I couldn't stop crying. At least this time I could look at him. I tried to explain that I was terrified of him because of his profession. He reminded me that it wasn't rational. I know it's not rational. I just felt more ashamed. He asked what was so bad about my medical experiences that I was reacting like this. I couldn't tell him. I know they weren't bad enough. I'm seriously considering starting a trauma diary to try and figure out what upset me so much. Then everyone can see what a pathetic person I am to be so damaged by so little.
The worst part is I had to come straight to work. I cried the whole way over in the car. I knew it would be bad to schedule it right before but I had no choice. Now I just feel empty and cold and about to jump out of my skin.
As I type, I just saw a man in a labcoat walk into the breakroom and I can hardly breathe. I fee sick. I don't know how to get through the rest of the day. Help.
The worst part is I had to come straight to work. I cried the whole way over in the car. I knew it would be bad to schedule it right before but I had no choice. Now I just feel empty and cold and about to jump out of my skin.
As I type, I just saw a man in a labcoat walk into the breakroom and I can hardly breathe. I fee sick. I don't know how to get through the rest of the day. Help.