The Other Me
An ongoing serial about neurosis, beginning with anxiety that burgeoned through my teenage years, and grew into issues also with depression and OCD, amongst other things.
The Other Me
‘The Good Doctor’ vii. I awoke rested and feeling great. No anxiety, no intrusive thoughts, nothing at all. It was like being back to normal. There’d been other times I’d woken up feeling like this. Sometimes (but not often), it lasted. Other times, I’d deteriorate throughout the day. For now, though, as I had breakfast and prepared to see Dr Victor with my mum and John – John to interpret in case my mum didn’t understand anything Dr Victor had to say – I couldn’t imagine feeling again as I had the previous day. When we got to PANCH, we met Dr Victor in a plush consulting room – it…
The Other Me
‘The Good Doctor’ vi. Once I was whole. Now something was broken. And it was like there’d never be any fixing it, there’d never be any not knowing what it had been like before. And it was growing. Taking control. Fracturing me further. Becoming me in a way that affected my every thought, my every decision, my every action. That wasn’t just the first thing I knew when I woke the next morning, but the only thing. I ate breakfast, watched TV, and then the survival game began again: get through each second, count down every minute, watch the hours tick by, until I could go back to bed, find…