Over two weeks.
I sit here passionate about mental health. I have come around the corner and feel on the mend. However, I feel so fortunate because of the family, friends, and health care I have access too. My heart aches for those who suffer because they do not have such support. I feel like this can be an ultimate goal for myself. I work in higher education and I can make a difference. Once I am comfortable, I will make a difference. I will help those I can. This is the biggest motivation to work at getting myself healthy.
Currently, I feel about 75% back to myself. While my mind is getting into the routine of work, my body is completely exhausted. I have no appetite. I eat but it is a chore. I am struggling with the idea of who I am and my self confidence is shaken. The anxiety took over for awhile and I was weak. I met a part of me I never knew. I part of me I hope never to see again. However, if I do get another panic/anxiety attack I hope I can get through it with coping techniques that I will build for myself. As a logical and analytical thinker, I want to know everything about the experience. I want to know why, how, what was the trigger, how can I prevent this. This insight will lead to healing. Learning to love my whole self and accepting truly my faults.
Life is good.