I know you, I've walked with you once upon a dream.
So that's it.
Yesterday I was diagnosed with Severe Depression and Social Anxiety disorder.
I am remarkably upbeat about this.
I finally know.
I can't fix it all at once, but I know now whats wrong.
The hints of bipolar are only prevelant in the fact my basline mood is depressed.
It's chronic and seems to stem a lot from my guilt and my family and how I react in social settings.
It can be treated...
Still going the non drug route, but I'm so proud of myeslf right now.
I don't hate myself for feeling things.
I know why I react to certain things in strange ways.
I'm finding out who I am and recognizing that it's ok to love her.