It had been over a year, i was feeling like shit. My depression was getting worse, my hallucinations never seemed to stop, and my anxiety, well that was bad too. I had been on so many meds that never seemed to work, no one knew why. The psychiatrist, whom I saw once a week, was running out of ideas. I was sure he was losing hope, but he always told my parents "we will find out whats wrong, we will find the right medication eventually". Eventually. But shit doesn't that scare you? I mean the fact that I needed medication to calm my brain was scary enough, but that we couldn't find anything that helped me? I mean that scares me looking back.
At the same time I still had to go to school. I had to see the school councelor once a day to get through the day. And the school therapist 2-3 times a week. It was hell, and yet the worse had yet to come.
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A lot can happen in a year, but I never expected this.
NonfiksiPANS stands for Pediatric Acute Autoimmune Syndrome, the disease i was diagnosed with in April 2014 after a year of not knowing what was wrong. Researchers are only beginning to study and understand this syndrome, and therefore there are a lot of un...
