The Other Me
‘The Broken Road’ i. Allie wanted to give the relationship another shot, now that she felt free of her own issues. During a time I felt at my lowest – on the verge of a breakdown – I clung to her because she provided a safe haven. When I saw Dr Warren again, he felt I’d taken a step back from the abyss, and was content (but perhaps not happy) to see if I could continue without antidepressants. I just wanted healing, and antidepressants couldn’t guarantee that – not after my recent experiences. Anafranil had knocked me out for two days, and although Aropax had worked, it had produced debilitating…
The Other Me
‘Looking For Answers’ vi. Although I had answers and eating correctly removed the spotfires of anxiety caused by dips in blood sugar, the answers led to an overwhelming fear that governed my life: maintaining the right diet, and eating every three hours. I had two different lists I couldn’t eat from – one a Fructose Intolerance list, another a Reactive Hypoglycaemia List. Some things were safe on one list but not on another, e.g. potato was safe on the Fructose Intolerance list, but not on the Reactive Hypoglycaemia list. I began seeing a new dietician who was lovely and assuring, and she also had Fructose Intolerance herself, so knew what…