Yesterday was a bit of a difficult one.
Not long after shaking out the morning cobwebs, I felt a terrible, familiar itching in my chest. A feeling that you would likely equate with anxiety, but without the anxious thoughts that usually accompany the sensation. They would come later.
The apparent delay that I experience between bad feelings and bad thoughts is actually a bonus as far as my treatment goes. I’ve been prescribed an atypical antipsychotic that is fairly efficient in halting the process as long as I recognize the sensations early enough. On this day, however, the medication seemed to be of little use. The physical symptoms were rapidly increasing and my thoughts were starting to race. I had no choice but to hold on tight and ride out the storm.
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