I apologize for having not posted in such a long time, but when you’re unemployed, you tend not to have anything meaningful to write about.
Today, though, is different. I had an appointment with a therapist today, one that I’ve been going to the past few weeks, to get the results of the psych evaluation that I’ve been going through over the past month.
And, as I expected, the results weren’t good. Not only did I perform in the low-average percentile on the vast majority of the various tests (one even putting me in the 1st percentile), I demonstrated some signs of PTSD and OCD. However, they weren’t enough to have me diagnosed with either.
In addition, it also put in plain words that I’m socially awkward, and that I also have anxiety. I’m guessing that this is one of those instances where I’m socially awkward because of the anxiety, and I’ve got anxiety because I’m socially awkward. Same goes with the depression.
I still have to go through the entire thing with a comb, but I’ve got the information I need and now at least I know what’s wrong with me.
