After my long awaited appointment at the local psychiatric unit (yes, I see a shrink and I don't actually give a toss about anyone who would make me feel inferior as a result of it) I finally got that chance to talk to someone and feel like I was getting somewhere. My last appointment went a bit... well, wrong. I had gotten to the hospital, checked in and before I knew, I was struggling to breathe and my chest felt as though I was being sat on by a whole herd of elephants! It took a while to calm down and I was worried that maybe I had been crossed off the list and had decided maybe I would have to be re-referred. As soon as that thought crossed my mind a letter had appeared on the mat and I was asked to go to my appointment.
Doctors appointments are usually a thing that stresses me out. I admit. I got to the unit and after nearly an hour's wait, I got to speak to a nice doctor and we talked in depth. About EVERYTHING. My life now. Patches of my past. My past relationshops and the result of the most stressful time of my life. I had had bad thoughts again recently and I felt more frightened by it all. Nightmares and other things plagued me and I felt so bad about things. So on top of my OCD, Bipolar, Schizophrenia and Anxiety issues, I have now been diagnosed as suffering with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder due to the stresses of the last few years. My illness and the lacking control of my symptoms.
I think I took it OK and have started the new level of treatment with antipsychotics, anti-depressants and the new idea to try a new thing, art therapy. I have never done art therapy before so this could be interesting.
2 years ago