I've been scaring myself silly for the past few nights. I even cried in bed. When Perf de Castro started strumming Kaleidescope World, the tears just had to give in.
What if I've been misdiagnosed for the past 3 months?
Nurse friend told me to take the test already, just for peace of mind. Told him, I'm not emotionally prepared. Then I remembered he was finishing his master's in psych nursing. There was no way out.
I'm waiting for his go signal. I guess I really am taking the test soon.