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I’m at this stage today
Recognize the signs then wait three months to get an appointment!
Welcome to Serbia, our doctors are so good they don’t even (need to) treat us.
it takes courage to go and ask for help, i salute her
Wow… been feeling this for a while but I live in SF. No summer ever… just winter… and fog… and darkness…*guh*
She has the self-awareness to recognize the warning signs, the motivation to do something about the problem, and the volition to act. That’s an achievement in itself.
It gets a little easier with practice. Treatment’s about keeping shit as controlled as possible.
I credit the most life-saving part of my therapy to be writing down a plan for self-care. Just… sorting out what my warning signs are and what to do about them made me a lot less anxious about the condition. It’s not so hopeless.
I keep wanting to make the appointment(s) but I can’t afford the appointments…
It must be awful living in a sh*thole country that doesn’t have universal health care.
Even with universal health care you still pay 100% for medicine and they are so expensive x.X
Mood