A small win: fighting health anxiety
This morning, I went to the doctors. That might sound like a bit of a non-event, but as I've charted so much of my mental health journey and achievements on here, I wanted to write about today's little win. About a month or so ago, I received a letter telling me I had never had one of the booster jabs I should have had when younger, inviting me to go in and have it. At first, I assumed they had made a mistake. I called mum to find out if she could remember, but she said she'd never have deliberately skipped one. Then I called the GP and got the answer I didn't want: the letter was correct, and it was injection time. This all sounds a bit dramatic. But to me, it was . Health anxiety has been a pretty huge feature of the past four or five years, for me. I've been through periods where hearing somebody miles away was ill would break me out in a cold sweat, believing I felt all their symptoms. Winter working in an office was awful every year, as I spent...