My roommate and family have lovingly put their foot down and I am going to my Dr and I have to be truthful about everything. About crying all the time, staying in my bed for days, not leaving my room or the house for days, not sleeping, anxiety and panic attacks, all of it. I don't want to, I feel like my Dr is anoided with me and doesn't take me serious. She cleared me to work after 2 1/2 months and then I lost my job. Some times I think she thinks I am a drug addic. But if I don't go my family (who lives out of state) wants me to move in with them and being in a new place scares me more than telling the truth. I don't want to go on more meds but I feel like I have to. I don't know any thing about these kinds of meds and I am worried about what they will do to me.
I just don't have any control anymore.