Another life (3)
Below is the previous part:
More than a year ago...
And a lot has changed. I've changed a lot. EMDR (b) did not seem meaningful in the end, as I do not have any specific traumas. Not too “pinpoints, “just say. However, I asked for a referral, well, rather demanded, to a specialist where I was also in treatment before. And successfully.
Fight for (h) recognition
Several bodies, which obviously have little knowledge of it, questioned my diagnosis of ADD, while I had and have almost all the symptoms. Now I wanted “for once and for all, “a diagnosis, in black and white, put by someone who knows what, in this case, “she “, is talking about. And I have my diagnosis now, ADD. Even a bit of a victory, however strange it may sound. I don't want the condition, but when I have it, I want it acknowledged and confirmed. Now I can be milder to myself, too. I've always wrongly accused myself of being lazy, chaotic, undisciplined. Now I can say to myself, “Good!” You fought your illnesses another day, handsome! Plural idd because my entire diagnosis is:
- Recurrent depression
Generalized Anxiety Disorder
ADD.
