...and it's only tuesday. Last time I posted here someone mentioned to me that I was lucky that I was still in the early stages of my panic disorder. I am beginning to understand what they meant. Lately, dispite my exhaustive attepmts to cut back on sugars, caffine, and things that set me off, I've gotten worse. I know one triggor could be school has gotten into full-swing once again, but this is driving me up the wall.
I had to go in to my drama teacher's office yesterday to explain to him why I may seem strange at practices and how sometimes I need an out. I felt like I owed it to him, seeing as I am the lead in the play, and because he's been a good guide for me over the years. I hate this. I felt so weak, and I was so angry that I even had to have this conversation with him. On the other hand I knew I had to, in case I can't get on stage some days, or even on preformance night.
Anyways, thanks for reading this... I am not really sure what my aim of this post was. Maybe just that I need to know other people share in my frustration, and that I am not alone. Right now, it sure feels lonely here, and I am getting more and more desprite.
Krissy
