(pieced together from accounts sent to various people on the 20th of December, 2022, when the events of this story took place)
Today was a crazy day.
I went to my doctor's appointment... And...
I checked in about the psychiatrist’s assessment, and apparently I officially have a diagnosis now.
I'm being prescribed an anti-anxiety medication to try for four weeks and see how it goes.
My doctor is on board with making the best case he can for my ODSP application, to help me afford the counseling I'm trying to do and the medications we’re going to try.
I told my friends, while I was leaving the doctor's office:
I feel like I've just been handed a huge golden trophy inscribed with the words Somebody Cares. And a little like this can't be happening. This isn't the world I live in.
I.... Think I might be kind of in shock for the next few weeks. Or months. Or years.
The world isn't like this. Friends, scientists, anybody, run scans on the gold in this trophy. Tell me there aren't pockets of depleted uranium in it, because this does not happen.
