One Year Later....

It's been just slightly over a year since my diagnosis, and so much has changed! I am a lot more confident in who I am as a person, and am slowly starting to accept myself for who I am.

I am on medication (not the Prozac I was originally prescribed, as it increased the anxiety and depression), but at a low dose. It seems to be helping, which I am grateful for. I'm still in therapy, but only once a month. I will be "discharged" shortly, but my therapist describes being discharged as simply not seeing her on a regular basis; however, I am free to make an appointment should the need arise.

I've stuck it out with my job - no way in hell, am I going to allow someone to bully me out of job! I dug my heels in, so to speak, and have survived. The fact that we no longer share an office is a huge help! Thanks upper management!!!

Driving...never went anywhere! I took a few lessons, but found them too stressful. I've resigned myself to the wonders of my parents driving abilities and public transportation. Lots of people don't drive, and they manage - so can I!