I generally avoid going to doctors, except, you know, for that necessary chick stuff. Of course I'd go in immediately if I broke something, or cut myself severely, or did something else stupid, or if I was bit by a dog, or something like that. Who wouldn't though, right? Me, I've relied more on chiropractors, accupuncturists, and kinesiologists for my general health care than on any "real" doctor. Good or bad, well, it's probably a combination of the two.
So... A couple years ago my house burned down. Pretty much immediately thereafter I started developing all kinds of health related issues. My period became irregular, then after a couple months stopped completely. I started getting migraines. As time passed I seemed to become sleepier and sleepier during the day. More than once I laid my head down on my desk at work, thinking I needed to relax and clear my head, and then would wake up a half hour or an hour later. I've never slept well, but I found that I couldn't get through a night without waking up 2-5 times in something like a panic.
I also started to have a hard time concentrating, I couldn't focus on anything for very long without becoming distracted. I was easily frustrated because things I knew I could do before easily, you know, simple daily tasks, somehow became very difficult. My short term memory seemed to get wacky, and I felt generally confused and frustrated pretty much all the time. I've always felt like I had a good handle on things. I've always felt very capable, like I could get through whatever problems came my way and figure out how to do anything I put my mind to. For the people in my life I have always tried to be a grounding force, offer a compassionate ear, and a helping hand. But suddenly I couldn't take care of myself, much less help anyone else. Suddenly I felt like my whole life and way of life and who I was and everything was falling apart. I have never felt more useless than I did that year.
I don't know if you can imagine feeling like this and having to deal with just losing most of my earthly belongings, and aside from trying to do my job each day having to work with contractors who for the most part couldn't really care less, and sorting through my burnt stuff to make lists for the insurance company who really couldn't care less. It really seemed like -if something could go wrong, it did. My boyfriend dumped me a couple months after the fire, he said he didn't deal well with emotionally charged situations. (no loss there really, but it still sucked, especially because my period stopped about that time, of course it didn't have anything to do with him, but it took me a little while to figure that out) Gosh, so many crappy things happened, maybe I'll write them later. It would be good for you probably, to help you be grateful if your life is relatively comfortable and quiet. :)
The fire happened in February of 2005. That summer I went to a Psychiatrist who was recommended to me. I knew I was really stressed out and nothing I was doing seemed to help. I knew I wasn't thinking all that clearly and it seemed like a good idea to run through things with a professional.
I told him everything I've told you here. I walked out of his office that day hopeful for the first time in months.
to be continued...
Here's part IIhttp://www.wellness.com/blog.asp?blogid=147Here's part IIIhttp://www.wellness.com/blog.asp?blogid=170