I have hit a low point. As low as just before I found out I was pregnant with Finn. I haven't been this bad in that long. And it hit like a ton of bricks. I don't know how to get past it except breathe and take each moment as it comes. The panic is overwhelming. The sadness breathtaking. It's like all of a sudden the meds just STOPPED WORKING.
I know one trigger is that the new job has been delayed in starting and therefore I'm not getting the income I planned on so now money is on the table again. Money does it every time. But this time is really bad. Scary bad.
I just had to go to the bathroom at work and cry. Oy. That's been a while. How long do I put up with it until I call the psychiatrist?
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Sweetie, call please call a psychiatrist. I feel for you so much, would talk help? I'm here and I think I understand.
ReplyDeleteGen, honey, you need to see a doctor before it gets any worse. We all care about you and want you to be safe.
ReplyDeleteYes I'd call immediately. Thinking of you.
ReplyDelete(((Hugs)))
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