Well this is it - the first day of 'Cit' (sounds like a public holiday!). Isn't it ironic that it's the last day of the year? By tomorrow it'll be whirling its way around my system on its first full day of holding my hand through this.
A new year sounds good about now actually. I've had depression (apparently) for a very long time but anxiety, which I guess has only recently had a name for me, seems a more appropriate label. The panics are very recent but so crippling that I wonder if I needed them to make me seek help. The thought of not being able to work or play or, when they 'got me' in the house, exist anywhere...forever...was too much. The decision was to live (with Cit) or the alternative, which I guess was not to live at all.
So here I am. I'd like to be one of the ones 'PsychoPoet' says don't come here to talk about their good experiences of Cit but (as I usually react to anything that even looks medical!) we'll see. I took my first one a couple of hours ago and then waited, and waited a bit more, but so far I feel...well...like I felt before I took it. I had a tingly foot for a couple of minutes and then noticed as I was sending an e-mail that I was typing a bit faster than normal (how mad is that?) but generally was a bit fidgety. Now I'm 'chilling' a little more and have a tweaky headache, but nothing out of the norm as yet.
As noted, I don't necessarily want anyone to read this (but if you do that's cool) and certainly there's no obligation to reply (likewise), but I do have to write this. I have a private blog space but it was important to say this here because it needs to come out (not sure why yet) and this seems like the right place, and other people's stories here have helped me - if I can help those who come after that would be good too.
'Nuff' said but more to come I guess, and thank you NMP for being here.
Peta xx