Monday, December 6, 2010

I remember when I was insane. The panic had become unbearable and there was no good way out. It was here that my doctor piercingly looked me in the eye and said, "This will pass. You will be okay. I promise you this will pass." To which I almost screamed, "Do you know what I feel--this anxiety is caught in my head? There is no place for it to go, no relief, no way out. I cannot live this way. Do you know that?" To which he immediately answered, "Yes. I do know." His emphatic response was stunning and quieted my rantings. This and well prescribed medication and therapy got me through the after shock of trauma.

Eventually, all of my medical and hospital bills will be paid. However, the debt I owe this good doctor can never be repaid except with huge mountain sized gratitude--and then some.

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