My 1st meeting with the brain doctor I was a nervous wreck before I walked in thinking about all the things I might need to say. Where do I start? What do I say? What will she ask? What if I don’t have an answer? What if I cry? I don’t want to cry in front of a stranger. To say the least I was an anxious stress ball.
The above is kind of self explanatory,or is it? Back at the end of October last year I realized I was heading into a big dark cave I have seen many times before. It wasn’t my first time in that cave nor was it going to be my last day dragged back down into its depths. I decided to talk to a few friends about how I was feeling and even they noticed how much of a change had overcome me. A few close friends suggested that just maybe, I should reach out for help.
I’ve never been one to actually ask for help. It makes me feel inadequate and helpless. I’d rather trudge through murky water cursing than admit, I need help. Well, I scoured the internet and found a place where I can go spread my fantastical miser-like thinking. Or as my friend, Kerri lovingly puts it, ‘the brain doctor.’ Read More