Edmonton, Alberta is where I met my husband. He's a member of the Canadian Air Force, so we have moved every 3 or 4 years since we've been together. Our first move together was to Vancouver Island in 2000, where we were married in 2002. Doesn't seem that long ago, and seems almost a lifetime ago at the same time.
I was almost 30, and that was it. Everything started to fall apart. I couldn't hide anything anymore. I was gaining weight for no reason, I was exhausted all the time, I started getting rages (omg the rages were horrible!), and the anxiety was showing in the strangest situations. As I'm thinking about the things that happened back then, all I can think is "Wow! How did I get through that?". One particular instance comes to mind.
We were having some friends over for drinks and snacks. Someone brought some sandwiches. When I put them in the bottom of the fridge, I asked him to remind me where I'd put them in case I forget. Sort of an out of sight, out of mind thing. Well, when the time came to take them out, I got upset when they wanted to open the bottom drawer and take them out. I have no idea why I was upset. Talk about being embarrassed. I've never felt so humiliated in all my life. How did I forget? And why did it bother me? Why was I so upset? I remember one of them asking me, "Nancy, what's wrong with you?" and all I could say is "I don't know." I truly did not have an answer. So I went to the doctor for the first time for help.