I saw a psychiatrist
Two weeks ago, I had an appointment with a psychiatrist. The reason for it was to get official diagnostics, to help me on my healing path. That way I could get the right treatments and visit the right help-groups and just generally know where I stand in life. Of course, learning I had generalised anxiety disorder came as no surprise. The diagnosis is now official. Then came ADD: attention deficit disorder, which didn't come *much* of a surprise, since I've suspected it for some time. What DID surprise me was the last one; I exhibit traits to borderline personality disorder. I had to look this last one up. Basically, it's excessive emotions. Like, how I can go to flying HIGH one moment, and Hulk on PMS the next. They explained to me that my traits come out when I'm feeling lowest: at nights, when I'm tired. Or when depression creeps in slowly, makes itself known. And then I hit myself over the head with my inner rants, which I've known for years about myself. T...