When did you reach out for help?

Hey everyone,

I don't even know where to start with this, honestly. So, when did you guys decide it was time to reach out and get help? Like, at what moment did you think, "Yeah, I really need some assistance here"?

I consider myself pretty self-sufficient, you know? Dr's visits aren't my thing-haven't been there in years since my GP suggested a puppy for my serious sleep troubles. I mean, that's not exactly standard advice.

I just keep pushing through until the bitter end, I guess-I was thinking more like sticking me in the ground when it all falls apart. But over teh lockdowns? Things really got rough. There were nights where lack of sleep had me bawling my eyes out. And don't get me started on the pains in my hands and joints every night-it could be arthritis since it runs in my family, or just from all those years of hard work, I'm not sure.

The anxiety and mild depression-same deal; I've been dealing with thhat since I was a teenager but never really talked about it. A couple people noticed it, but I just tell them I'm okay, just tired.And now, my appetite has dropped off lkie crazy-I've gone down to 9 stone-and I'm kind of freaked out by that.

I haven't told my doctors any of this stuff yet, and I worry they'll think I'm making a big deal out of nothing or maybe looking for pills. Writing all this feels pointless now-it's hard enough getting up the courage to go in there at all.

Sorry for rambling on like this. Thanks if you're still reading!