What the F***?!?

So I had my 3rd appointment with my new psychiatrist today. Since this blog is about honesty, I will be brutally honest. I am so mad. We were talking about my panic attacks and he said all of this is immaturity. That my anxieties are immature and that my checking and panic attacks are immature. Like I can help it. That just really insults me. I didn't choose this life. I didn't choose to have  panic disorder. Your psychiatric diagnosis SHOULD NOT define you as a person. I just begin to wonder what kind of person he really is. Would he go up to someone with cancer and say that the fact that they have cancer is immature? In no way does anxiety measure up to cancer in intensity, but it is the same in the you can't prevent getting either. Not only do I feel completely walked all over myself, I feel that this whole community in the world of people who have anxiety is being insulted. In no way does this shape who we are. So for today, I  just wanna encourage you to let those ignorant comments go in one ear and out the other. I know it feels like someone kicked you in the throat and knocked the wind out of you, but just hang in there. Everybody with a pure and true heart understands who you really are. Not what your anxieties make you sometimes and only people with pure and true hearts are the ones you will ever need in your life.