2 Steps Forward and 3 Steps Back...
So I had my first panic attack in months while driving down route seven. It was also the second worst I've ever had. I guess that's what happens when you skip meds. Ooops. After pulling over, I curled up in a ball and waited to be picked up.
Incidents like this don't bode well for me arguing my independence. I've been hoping to get off meds entirely, not switch to different ones. And this is all supposed to delay my moving out of my parents house. Great. As a college drop-out, it's hard enough getting hired. I've got one job that make me feel like shit (mostly from handling shit, literally) and two other crap jobs in limbo. It's getting hard not to feel like a failure.
All in all, it has been a lousy year. I have to do something, or I'm going to loose it.
Incidents like this don't bode well for me arguing my independence. I've been hoping to get off meds entirely, not switch to different ones. And this is all supposed to delay my moving out of my parents house. Great. As a college drop-out, it's hard enough getting hired. I've got one job that make me feel like shit (mostly from handling shit, literally) and two other crap jobs in limbo. It's getting hard not to feel like a failure.
All in all, it has been a lousy year. I have to do something, or I'm going to loose it.