When do you know when it's time to start seeing a therapist?
I'm pretty sure I just had a panic attack, thanks in part to a spectacularly shitty day. A student called me a fag, I came home to no running water which made me miss my ex boyfriend terribly, and my puppy accidentally bit me above my lip. And I lost it. Sobbing, shaking, fighting for breath. I'm on anti-anxiety meds, but lately I've been thinking that I need more support.