Best Psychiatrist in Habiganj - Book Appointment

I Cannot Sit Still for Five Minutes Together

He Saw the Restlessness at Once

I could not sit through the first minutes. The psychiatrist saw it and told me not to force myself still. He let me stand by the window while I talked about the broken sleep and the edge that never leaves me. He listened to the end before asking anything.

About the Garden and My Nights

He wanted to know how my garden days run and how my nights go. He asked about my family, my health, and whether such a phase had come before. He asked what treatment I had taken over the years. Nothing was rushed.

No Fast Cure Was Promised to Me

He said a mind restless for months does not quiet down in days. We would sit at regular gaps and see how the weeks went. Talking sittings would come first. Any medicine, if he judged I needed it, would be explained before it began.

His Writing Governs My Medicine

He was clear about the rule. A medicine he prescribes is taken exactly as written, for as long as he sets. If it troubles me, I bring that to him, and he decides what changes. Dropping it suddenly because a few good days came is the one thing I must not do.

A Wrong Turning on the First Evening

On the first evening of searching, my nephew and I landed on the wrong list. It held Habiganj's general surgeons, who handle body troubles needing operations. We laughed, closed it, and went back to our search.

Why does he ask so much about my sleep when my trouble is restlessness?

The nights and the days are tied, he told me. Broken sleep feeds a restless mind, and a restless mind breaks sleep. He wants both sides of it.

Could this restlessness come from something in my body instead?

It can, he said so himself. That is why he asked about my health and earlier treatment. If he suspects a bodily cause, another doctor checks it first.

May my wife come into a sitting with me?

Only when I say so. She sees this restless side of me closest of anyone. If I agree, she joins part of a sitting. Nothing I say alone reaches her without my word.

How will we know the sittings are doing me good?

From small signs, he said, like sleeping longer in one stretch or finishing a meal without getting up. Finishing a task in the rows before my mind wanders counts too. We count those together, visit by visit.

What if the edge gets worse before my next visit?

I am not to endure it in silence. I should contact him sooner and say plainly what has changed. He would rather hear it early.

What must I do on a day when dark thoughts of harming myself take hold?

Do not carry such a day alone. Tell my wife or someone near me at once, and reach a hospital the same day. Nights with no sleep at all, my mind racing unstoppably, are reason enough too. So is suddenly being unable to wash, eat, or manage simple daily tasks. Fear or agitation beyond my control should never be waited out at home.