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So, 2017 has been...yeah. You all know what 2017 has been like. In particular I got hit hard with a significant upswell of my depression and anxiety, experienced an actual goddamn flashback and got diagnosed with PTSD all courtesy of my horrible call center job, my brother died of ALS, and I wound up having to deal with a lot of the bullying and abusive shit that gave me PTSD in the first place.
On the other hand, having a diagnosis meant I could get more useful therapy since we knew what to target and develop more targeted coping mechanisms. I compare it to getting a splinter out: no one likes getting them pulled, but you're not going to get better unless you do.
I also went back to school and wound up kicking the program's ass grade-wise. So that's awesome, and I'm just crossing my fingers now I'll get a job out of it.
Anyway. Quick march through that door, 2017, and don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.
On the other hand, having a diagnosis meant I could get more useful therapy since we knew what to target and develop more targeted coping mechanisms. I compare it to getting a splinter out: no one likes getting them pulled, but you're not going to get better unless you do.
I also went back to school and wound up kicking the program's ass grade-wise. So that's awesome, and I'm just crossing my fingers now I'll get a job out of it.
Anyway. Quick march through that door, 2017, and don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.
