My Struggle is Real....To ME! Here's the uncensored truth....
On the eve of my 37th birthday - 11.11.2015 - I felt like I was having a mid
life crisis. I can only liken the feeling to being a beaten stray dog trapped
in a dark corner with a figure approaching not knowing if the hand reaching out
is friend or foe. Questioning everything and everyone. Which is typical for
my nature but I felt panicked with nowhere to turn. I had recently been let
down by professionals that I invested much time, money and self into. I was put
into a "bipolar type 2" box (second time hearing this) and sent on my
way to "research" (second time too) and "think about"
committing to intense weekly psychology and monthly psychiatrist therapy,
medications etc etc. Literally I was told only call back when you have decided.
Like it's not serious enough for me to "chat" to you next week but
it's serious enough for intense therapy. So I said stuff you, I do not fit into
THAT box and this is where I began my own journey with ME, Myself and I.
