Yesterday was my appointment with the psychiatrist, and I have to say that it went better then all the previous ones. Maybe she was having a bad day before, or maybe she seemed more in tune because she just came off of holidays. Anyway, she's leaving my medication the way it is for now, until I see her in two weeks. By then I should be off Cymbalta all together, and she will probably increase my Prozac at that time. I'm now on 15mg of Cymbalta, and going through some crazy withdrawal symptoms. I'm trying to keep myself busy, so I don't feel like I'm going crazy.
I haven't had a panic attack yet, but I feel like one is coming. I just keep praying that I don't have one, and if I do, that I'm not home alone. I think living alone is the scariest part of going through all this. I can't sleep at mom and grandma's place, because grandma doesn't know that I'm off work. My fiance has been staying here as much as he can, but he can't stay every night. So for those nights alone, can sometimes seem like the longest nights.
Last night I went to bed early to try and avoid any sick feelings. I think I was in bed by 8:30pm, but of course I woke up early this morning at around 3am. I have to try and schedule my sleeping a little better, so I don't feel anxious.
I finally got some documentation from my psychiatrist to send to the insurance company, as I haven't received any pay for over three months. I'm now dead broke, and have no idea how I'm going to pay my bills. If the insurance company denies my disability claim again, I will be screwed. Why are they so impossible? Pray that I get coverage within the next few weeks.
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