Relapse.
Nothing bad. Nothing dangerous. Nothing scary.
But it sure ain’t good.
I blew through my entire savings account in 7 months. I have no consistent paycheck, and I am waiting on client invoices. I am scared. I am broke. I am disappointed in myself-again.
I stopped remembering my medication again. So yeah, there’s that.
I have had at least 4 full blown panic attacks in the last month. On the train, at union station, during meetings, at a bar…
Breathe in – breathe out.
Start over.
Relapse doesn’t mean the hospital unless I continue to fall down the rabbit hole.
The positive: I’ve learned to recognize relapse in the beginning.
It’s what I do about it now that will shape my survival.
-M
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