This post is a hard post to write as I've never really spoken about my diagnosis with anyone except close friends and family.
Rewind about a year and I started to realise that I was not ok... and that enough was enough.
I was fed up of feeling the way I had been... physically being sick in the morning at the thought of leaving my house... never saying no to anyone as I felt horrendous if I did... having to have things in the right place or ordering things in a certain way.
It all came to a head when I realised I was struggling to leave my house.
I had a loving, caring boyfriend that I lived with, two gorgeous kittens and my family and friends... so what was wrong with me? What was happening to me? I couldn't understand it, and actually it made me feel worse.
I don't really remember what happened next, with regards to the whys and wherefores. All I know is that I blurted out to my GP about how I was feeling and that I wasn't coping very well.
He was amazing, and went through a lot of options with me. This was the day that he prescribed me my first lot of tablets.
I had always brought into the stigma of people who take tablets are crazy, they aren't for normal people like you and me. How wrong was I... I'm not normal... no one is.
But I was also wrong about how much tablets can help.
At the time, my Doctor presumed I had slight anxiety and advised the 10mg he had given me would help immensely and I should be back to my "normal" self within a few weeks.
This was not the case.
My tablets were upped to 20mg within those few weeks and then doubled to 40mg which is where I have stayed.
Don't get me wrong, the side effects to start with were horrible and I still struggled, and actually... I still do. Tablets are not a 'quick fix' and anyone who thinks this must be lucky enough to not have had to go through this or know anyone who has.
It's a lengthy process.
I was also referred to counselling/therapy which I know has helped keep my tablets at this level. I strongly believe they work hand in hand.
I was lucky enough to be able to be referred very quickly as I have private health care through Jack's employer. So, since August I have been travelling an hour and half to see my therapist, give or take a few weeks for illness, holidays and more recently, the snow!
I was super anxious and nervous my first time especially as I hate talking about myself, but my therapist put me at ease straight away. She picked up my 'tells' straight away...some of which I hadn't ever thought about.
Don't get me wrong, I'm no where near finished, but I feel like we are making progress each week in some way, shape or form.
I also never realised how many people close to me suffer with anxiety or similar whether it be a big or smaller part of their lives now, they have been kind enough to share their experiences with me with has helped me massively, so I hope to do the same for you.
I plan to brighten your days and nights with funny moments during this process as well as be 100% real with you, dig deep and share some more unhappy moments too... because that's life.
So, I am proud to say that I have Anxiety, Obsessive Disorder and Panic Disorder. They are part off me and what make me the person I am.
I am doing something about it by taking my medication every day and seeking therapy, with the hope that one day I will understand my triggers better and be able to deal with them in a more productive way.
Please be nice... I know this effects more people than I could even know. This is just the beginning of my story.
Much Love,