I know, I’ve had that thought. Not sure she would care though. Or maybe she has a garment factory handy for people like me.
You may not be able to tell anymore!—which I set down to self control and effexor—but my anxiety turns into paranoia fairly quickly before switching over to depersonalisation and thinking the world is going to float apart and that everyone is a puppet piloted by the aliens from men in black and wondering if I’m dead and I just haven’t realised it yet.
So you understand why finding a really good psych person who won’t immediately label me the “bad” crazy is necessary.