This is depression. This is anxiety. This is two consecutive days off anxiety attacks. This is suicidal ideation. This is my reality. This is what I can no longer hide. This is now, and always has been, my life.
This was not a good day. There were events at work that triggered a massive and lengthy anxiety attack that worsened as I realized mistakes that I had made. Holding up well under the pressure was insufficient and the sense of unease grew. I felt as though a cardiac event were occurring. My mind was... Continue Reading →