I didn't really think it would make that much of a difference. I also didn't think I'd be able to notice the differences, but they're staring me in the face. I was so constantly anxious before, I was always clenching my teeth, thus always having headaches. Rare it was that I didn't have one. It appears to me that my whole life I've had a rough mental state, though it only recently in the last decade (I think) turned into PTSD. My digestion was just screwy, I was always nauseous, always constipated or the opposite - something was always putting me ill. That's virtually all gone, now just occasional nausea when I get anxious. I sweat less, so my hair doesn't get greasy. I've been getting up early in the morning and actually do things in the day. I feel so much...better.
While I'm still very anxious, at least right now, I'm so much calmer than before and it feels so relieving. I've had the time to develop coping mechanisms I didn't utilize before because my brain was like a 'blue screen'. My mother, the one who's essentially..put me here, has been against medications for a long time. Vaccines, too. She thinks they're evil and (insert conspiracy statements here). It put me off from trying them for a while. For even getting help, I was scared.
I've been standing up for myself for the last few years and I'm finally seeing progress. I wrote a motivating statement for myself that gets to me even on the bad days, "Remember, you're getting up to get better - move on, move out." My big goal right now is to move out of my mom's apartment. It'll be a huge step in recovery, or at least coping. I'm really applauding myself for going against what my mom has said all along about therapy...It has helped more than anything else.
While I'm still very anxious, at least right now, I'm so much calmer than before and it feels so relieving. I've had the time to develop coping mechanisms I didn't utilize before because my brain was like a 'blue screen'. My mother, the one who's essentially..put me here, has been against medications for a long time. Vaccines, too. She thinks they're evil and (insert conspiracy statements here). It put me off from trying them for a while. For even getting help, I was scared.
I've been standing up for myself for the last few years and I'm finally seeing progress. I wrote a motivating statement for myself that gets to me even on the bad days, "Remember, you're getting up to get better - move on, move out." My big goal right now is to move out of my mom's apartment. It'll be a huge step in recovery, or at least coping. I'm really applauding myself for going against what my mom has said all along about therapy...It has helped more than anything else.
