Part Seven: Cured Again, Maybe?

After my second trip to the emergency room, I began to feel significantly better again. My chest pain remained, but I accepted it as a skeletal or muscular issue and didn’t stress about it. 

Let’s take a moment here to remind the viewers at home that stress and anxiety are not synonymous. Although I toss it around casually, feeling stressed and feeling anxious are two completely different entities. Believing whole-heartedly that you are about to die and being unnerved by a busy week are two situations that should not be compared. I’ll get back into the distinction between the two in a later post, but for now, back to the show.

Actually, this act is over. We've reached the present. It’s been well over a year since my last hospital visit. I continue to take SSRI’s and continue to suffer from the occasional anxiety, but something is different now. I have confidence that I didn’t possess in the past. I know what is happening to my brain. I’m educated. This education resides in the same brain that sent me to the emergency room twice with concerns for my life on this mortal coil. Some days are better than others. I wish I could say that the worst is behind me, but honestly, I don't know. Some days I'm a pile of goo, and that’s okay. Life is complex. Let’s enjoy what we have of it.