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The young woman had enough to deal with. She could count on two hands and one foot the number of ailments, medical conditions, and disabilities that she lived with and often suffered from. Eventually, she began having severe anxiety attacks several times a month. She began to feel sad almost all the time, and quickly began experiencing feelings of hopelessness and despair. She didn't want to go out and socialize, and even going out for groceries made her cringe, with the thought of so many strangers.
She went to a psychologist, who urged her to talk to her family physician about options to treat depression and anxiety. The young woman believed that she was just unusually anxious all the time, but certainly not depressed. Nearly three weeks after the appointment with the psychologist, the young woman remembered that she needed to talk to her family doctor about that visit. When she arrived at the doctor's office, the conversation that happened took some very unexpected turns.
The doctor was extremely concerned and interested in what the psychologist had said about depression and anxiety. She began to ask questions regarding various symptoms, and the young woman answered in the affirmative to all of them except for the question about thoughts of suicide, of which she'd had none. The young woman was more concerned about anxiety, and inquired after the drug Klonopin, since she had heard that Klonopin was more tolerable than Xanax or Valium. The doctor seemed more concerned about depression, and the young woman wanted to insist that she did not have depression -- until the doctor said that she did.
They discussed the antidepressant that the young woman was currently taking, Savella. That drug had been prescribed for fibromyalgia, but the young woman admitted that the Savella had also started making her feel better in general, even on days when she felt pointless and lifeless. The doctor decided that a very low dose of Klonopin would be all right. The doctor then gave a diagnosis of depression with anxiety, where anxiety was more prevalent.
As the conversation came to an end, the doctor put her hand on the young woman's shoulder and said, "You have so many people who love you and support you, and that is very important. We all leave marks on the people we interact with."
With tears in her eyes, the young woman left the office and ran her errands quickly, with the words echoing in her head: Depression and anxiety, with anxiety more prevalent. She knew that she was among millions, but in a way it was still a deeply private thing. Very few people wanted to admit they were clinically depressed. The stigma was still huge. She knew it was not her fault, that it was biochemistry and neurology and psychology and it was complex and massive and it was the right thing to get help. But having the knowledge, the diagnosis, and the treatment was a start.

Self-explanatory

The young woman had enough to deal with. She could count on two hands and one foot the number of ailments, medical conditions, and disabilities that she lived with and often suffered from. Eventually, she began having severe anxiety attacks several times a month. She began to feel sad almost all the time, and quickly began experiencing feelings of hopelessness and despair. She didn't want to go out and socialize, and even going out for groceries made her cringe, with the thought of so many strangers.
She went to a psychologist, who urged her to talk to her family physician about options to treat depression and anxiety. The young woman believed that she was just unusually anxious all the time, but certainly not depressed. Nearly three weeks after the appointment with the psychologist, the young woman remembered that she needed to talk to her family doctor about that visit. When she arrived at the doctor's office, the conversation that happened took some very unexpected turns.
The doctor was extremely concerned and interested in what the psychologist had said about depression and anxiety. She began to ask questions regarding various symptoms, and the young woman answered in the affirmative to all of them except for the question about thoughts of suicide, of which she'd had none. The young woman was more concerned about anxiety, and inquired after the drug Klonopin, since she had heard that Klonopin was more tolerable than Xanax or Valium. The doctor seemed more concerned about depression, and the young woman wanted to insist that she did not have depression -- until the doctor said that she did.
They discussed the antidepressant that the young woman was currently taking, Savella. That drug had been prescribed for fibromyalgia, but the young woman admitted that the Savella had also started making her feel better in general, even on days when she felt pointless and lifeless. The doctor decided that a very low dose of Klonopin would be all right. The doctor then gave a diagnosis of depression with anxiety, where anxiety was more prevalent.
As the conversation came to an end, the doctor put her hand on the young woman's shoulder and said, "You have so many people who love you and support you, and that is very important. We all leave marks on the people we interact with."
With tears in her eyes, the young woman left the office and ran her errands quickly, with the words echoing in her head: Depression and anxiety, with anxiety more prevalent. She knew that she was among millions, but in a way it was still a deeply private thing. Very few people wanted to admit they were clinically depressed. The stigma was still huge. She knew it was not her fault, that it was biochemistry and neurology and psychology and it was complex and massive and it was the right thing to get help. But having the knowledge, the diagnosis, and the treatment was a start.

Self-explanatory

The young woman had enough to deal with. She could count on two hands and one foot the number of ailments, medical conditions, and disabilities that she lived with and often suffered from. Eventually, she began having severe anxiety attacks several times a month. She began to feel sad almost all the time, and quickly began experiencing feelings of hopelessness and despair. She didn't want to go out and socialize, and even going out for groceries made her cringe, with the thought of so many strangers.
She went to a psychologist, who urged her to talk to her family physician about options to treat depression and anxiety. The young woman believed that she was just unusually anxious all the time, but certainly not depressed. Nearly three weeks after the appointment with the psychologist, the young woman remembered that she needed to talk to her family doctor about that visit. When she arrived at the doctor's office, the conversation that happened took some very unexpected turns.
The doctor was extremely concerned and interested in what the psychologist had said about depression and anxiety. She began to ask questions regarding various symptoms, and the young woman answered in the affirmative to all of them except for the question about thoughts of suicide, of which she'd had none. The young woman was more concerned about anxiety, and inquired after the drug Klonopin, since she had heard that Klonopin was more tolerable than Xanax or Valium. The doctor seemed more concerned about depression, and the young woman wanted to insist that she did not have depression -- until the doctor said that she did.
They discussed the antidepressant that the young woman was currently taking, Savella. That drug had been prescribed for fibromyalgia, but the young woman admitted that the Savella had also started making her feel better in general, even on days when she felt pointless and lifeless. The doctor decided that a very low dose of Klonopin would be all right. The doctor then gave a diagnosis of depression with anxiety, where anxiety was more prevalent.
As the conversation came to an end, the doctor put her hand on the young woman's shoulder and said, "You have so many people who love you and support you, and that is very important. We all leave marks on the people we interact with."
With tears in her eyes, the young woman left the office and ran her errands quickly, with the words echoing in her head: Depression and anxiety, with anxiety more prevalent. She knew that she was among millions, but in a way it was still a deeply private thing. Very few people wanted to admit they were clinically depressed. The stigma was still huge. She knew it was not her fault, that it was biochemistry and neurology and psychology and it was complex and massive and it was the right thing to get help. But having the knowledge, the diagnosis, and the treatment was a start.

Self-explanatory

The young woman had enough to deal with. She could count on two hands and one foot the number of ailments, medical conditions, and disabilities that she lived with and often suffered from. Eventually, she began having severe anxiety attacks several times a month. She began to feel sad almost all the time, and quickly began experiencing feelings of hopelessness and despair. She didn't want to go out and socialize, and even going out for groceries made her cringe, with the thought of so many strangers.
She went to a psychologist, who urged her to talk to her family physician about options to treat depression and anxiety. The young woman believed that she was just unusually anxious all the time, but certainly not depressed. Nearly three weeks after the appointment with the psychologist, the young woman remembered that she needed to talk to her family doctor about that visit. When she arrived at the doctor's office, the conversation that happened took some very unexpected turns.
The doctor was extremely concerned and interested in what the psychologist had said about depression and anxiety. She began to ask questions regarding various symptoms, and the young woman answered in the affirmative to all of them except for the question about thoughts of suicide, of which she'd had none. The young woman was more concerned about anxiety, and inquired after the drug Klonopin, since she had heard that Klonopin was more tolerable than Xanax or Valium. The doctor seemed more concerned about depression, and the young woman wanted to insist that she did not have depression -- until the doctor said that she did.
They discussed the antidepressant that the young woman was currently taking, Savella. That drug had been prescribed for fibromyalgia, but the young woman admitted that the Savella had also started making her feel better in general, even on days when she felt pointless and lifeless. The doctor decided that a very low dose of Klonopin would be all right. The doctor then gave a diagnosis of depression with anxiety, where anxiety was more prevalent.
As the conversation came to an end, the doctor put her hand on the young woman's shoulder and said, "You have so many people who love you and support you, and that is very important. We all leave marks on the people we interact with."
With tears in her eyes, the young woman left the office and ran her errands quickly, with the words echoing in her head: Depression and anxiety, with anxiety more prevalent. She knew that she was among millions, but in a way it was still a deeply private thing. Very few people wanted to admit they were clinically depressed. The stigma was still huge. She knew it was not her fault, that it was biochemistry and neurology and psychology and it was complex and massive and it was the right thing to get help. But having the knowledge, the diagnosis, and the treatment was a start.