I continued to struggle and wanted to make it through the weekend without calling my psychiatrist or counselor. I see both of them on Monday.
So I made appointments today and spoke with my family doctor and pastor. Both had really good points. I learned that I spend an unhealthy amount of time thinking of how I used to be and that when envisioning my future, I dread it instead of anticipating it because I imagine the present me being there. Present me is hard-pressed, confused, and not able to do much.
How have you accepted what you lost because of your illness?
How have you improved?
How do you hope for the future?