Two weeks ago, it was decided that I didn’t have to go to therapy last week. (yay!) Proof that I’m getting better.
That doesn’t mean the last two weeks were filled with puppies and butterflies and unicorns. Far from it, actually.
There were three days I was perpetually in tears. Then I crashed once and that awful depressed hopelessness overtook me. Two days that I *almost* didn’t take my meds. One day that my brain was so foggy that I couldn’t think. There was a point where my mood didn’t feel stable anymore. You get the picture.
But you know what? I got through it. Even when I felt shitty I made good decisions on how to deal with it. I used my support system. I’m okay even when I’m not okay.
It’s been a little over a year since I started therapy and a few weeks shy of a year of my diagnosis.
I got this.