Between the release of Diablo III and my random anxiety attacks, I haven't left home in almost a week.
My doctor prescribed a new anti-anxiety drug for me (and it's not the "in case of panic attack" sort, it's the "take this every day and you'll feel normal again" sort), so we'll just have to see how it works out. I am notoriously bad with daily pills, and I've had some stupid reactions to medications I've been on before.
I don't WANT to be medicated. There's a part of me that is damn proud of my own ability to cope with my lack of sanity without pills, but it's at the point that I cannot function if I do not do something. The rest of me just wants HELP.
Now I just have to conquer my own shameful feelings about needing help.
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