I have been dealing with a massive headache since I woke up at 2pm today; my kitties were snuggled in like little ticks and I didn't want to disturb them.

The Seroquel indigestion is back with a force of vengeance and sometimes I feel like my anxiety is being manged and days like today I just want to jump out of my own skin. We had my Grandfather over for dinner which was nice.

I have yet to hear anything about my start date for work.

I see my T tomorrow, which I am not looking foward to. I think he is trying to over diagnosis, can't we just stick with GAD and Bipolar 2. Do we really need PTSD, anger issues, and trust issues added. I don't even understand what gave me PTSD. I know I scored high on the stupid questionnaire. he reasons it was the former job since I can't hear peoples names, I deleted them all from my Facebook, and I refuse to go to that place for anything. He says fear of place and fear of names. I think it's just my usual anxiety.

I don't understand why I am being mean towards his diagnosis. I was fine when my family doc told me it wasn't just anxiety that I was some form of Bipolar and I understood then. Why can't I trust his opinion.

Hugs to everyone