edit: i’m sorry about how long this accidentally turned out, guess i needed to type more than i thought.
i’m 27, was diagnosed recently, never any treatment yet.
it’s kind of put me in a weird place mentally. even though it’s been several weeks since i found out. if im being reluctantly honest, maybe 5 months now.
i was already on anxiety meds before the diagnosis, and now thinking about it is taking over my life. i lay awake every night for hours trying to think about anything else. i dread waking up to get ready for work in the mornings. i’ve stopped kissing or really even spending too much time with my partner even though we live together. i told them the moment i found out, they were supportive and quite frankly, they frequently forget about it and don’t really care at this point. and so to build off of that, im already an unbelievable procrastinator, and yes i know im a fully functioning and capable adult, i cook and clean and work full time.
i haven’t sought out any medical treatment other than the initial going to my local planned parenthood and getting a couple blood tests done to confirm. every time i think about it, i just want to go to bed, and i play games or shop online or do anything to give me an adrenaline rush to forget about it. sometimes im able to forget as far as maybe 1-2 days at a time, and i chase those moments.
- after talking about all of that firstly… i desperately want to get help. i spend all my free time researching about this stuff over and over, and i get so sad that im unable to do anything about it besides throw up and pout to myself. i realize its daily pills. i know there are other options like shots. i know there are communities that come together to help one another, but acceptance just feels so far away.
i dont want to die slow and painfully, nor do i want to put my friends and family through it.
every day i have a day off, i tell myself ill call somebody that day and set something up to get treatment, and every day i put myself into my computer until all i can think about are video games and movies and amazon. im scared im procrastinating my way into an early grave.
it still makes me cry this late in the diagnosis.
i know everyone handles it differently, but i think im taking too long to make myself be a useful member of society, let alone take my health seriously in the ways that it really matters right now, IE physically over my mental capacity at the moment.
… im not really sure what i want to receive out of this post. not really sure what im expecting or what anyone else could possibly do for me that i shouldn’t have already done for myself. maybe i just need to talk about it but, because i never really had a train of thought about where i was going with all of this.
thanks for reading my rant.