nervous wreak the but Im still not sure why she didnt want me. Either I had fooled her into thinking I was handling things or I had too much wrong for her to deal with. Althought she did give me her personal number if I ever needed to contact her, so maybe it wsa my fault, I was too proud and I hated the stigma that goes with seeing a shrink. I had real pain and fatigue, and yes my panics and depression were taking over but but my other stuff was still very real and debilitaiting. It had became that I had to go in a wheelchair some places, and I had found that my chronic fatigue was underestimated as to how bad it can be.
Well the next 2 years was spent trying very hard to get a handle on the panic attacks and depression. During this time I put my