I've been dishonest about my illness, I stoped taking medication a few months ago...

and things have been on the slide. I didn't realise how bad things were until I turned up at work not shaved and not really being me. Kept wondering what was real and cutting myself, just because it hurts and it confirms I'm here. Came to a bit of a crux this week. Someone called time on me. Gp, two nurses, psychiatrist, blood works and all because I feel a bit down. I like laughing at myself, I hate that I can't see the world, or be part of it like most people, but those people, coming to take care confirm I can be, just as much as anyone else.

Posted By: DrDublin, Apr 29, 15:17:14