I had a bad day yesterday. I knew I was not well, so I went to the Charity.
Everyone was really nice, and offered me a cup of tea.
Then I was offered someone to talk to, so I told Jen about the stigma, and how I cannot handle it these days.
I told her about how I was waking up in the morning early and would have an anxiety attack.
She believed me which was relief, as no-one ever does. They always argue and say that I have been making it all up.
She did say things might get better now, as there has been so much work done on awareness.
I had a difficult morning, but I can’t go to the Charity every day, so I will have to try and manage the anxiety at home.