I don't really have a question about this. I know I suffer from anxiety disorder, complete with panic attacks that wake me up from a sound sleep feeling like I'm having a heart attack. I also have manic depression (or bipolar disorder 1). I know I get depressed at this time of year, every year and have for as long as I can remember. I know all this, really. I take medications daily (geodon and lexapro daily, ambien and xanax when the anxiety or insomnia get to be too much).
But like everyone else I know, I also have a stressful life. I'm trying to finish final revisions to my dissertation. Trying to go on the job market in English despite their being almost no jobs. Trying not to think too much about the fact my job ends in a month (when I stop being a student) while also trying to find another job. Trying to be a good daughter when my dad is living with us. Trying to be a good partner to the one I love best while knowing my dad may be slowly driving him crazy. Trying to keep a handle on everything.
Part of me thinks anyone would feel stressed, anxious and depressed in the same circumstances, that it isn't a matter of what my mental health is like. This part of me wants to go off medication, whispers that if I just exercised every day, kept a decent sleep schedule and ate more healthy foods, I could do everything that needs to be done. This part of me thinks I don't need any more doctors, what I need is self discipline (or maybe external discipline too, though that has its own guilt attached). This part believes if the doctors and drugs don't make me perfect, maybe I can be perfect without them.
This part of me doesn't want to go to an intake appointment with a new therapist tomorrow morning. Doesn't want to bare my soul to another stranger. I've talked about this before.
Fortunately I don't trust this part of me anymore. I know better. So much as I hate it, I'll be at the appointment. Hope I like her.