Sunday, February 17, 2008
That's where I've been for the last few days.
Inside a box of ever decreasing dimensions. Sealed tightly.
The new job has returned me to old habits of self doubt and loathing. Yet one therapy session today (the first in months) has returned a bit of more rational thought.
Therapist recommended anti-anxiety medication for the first time today. This makes me very anxious. No one has ever suggested medication before.
Have I gotten worse?
She proposed it as a way for me to experience the difference. She wondered if I truly felt what being relatively anxiety free felt like then I would more readily recognize stress and then be more apt to deal with it-- rather than wallow in it. She recommended it as a temporary experiment of sorts. I guess I have a tendency to not recognize the twisted mess I put myself in on a daily basis.
If any of my 6 blog readers have any experience with this I would love to hear about it. What has worked for you?