Welcome

I am doing this in hopes that some one may get some comfort out of my chaos.

Once upon a time I led a very active life. I could go to the mall with my Son. I could go dancing with my friends. I worked just as hard as I played.

I think it started with a head injury, but no one is certain. Everything became so hard and so frightening.
I refused to consider anxiety as an option. It was low blood sugar(I am diabetic). It was the lights. It was seizures...but I was not having anxiety attacks! I could not wrap myself around that. At one point I could not go into the grocery store and finish shopping. Thank Heavens for Peapod!

 One day I just kind of stopped. I just stopped living .This has been going on for about 10 years. Not great when you have a kid that you would like to turn out semi normal. No more mall trips, no more fairs.

I have seen several therapists and psychiatrists, I am not really wild about psychiatrists by the way. Psych meds either, you know the reaction portion of the label where it says you can get tremors, hives,dry mouth, and all of that lovely stuff. I usually get it.
I have found a therapist that I like. Shout out to Doctor Bob. For the record I am not supposed to call him Doctor as he is not an MD but I am rebellious like that. I am on some meds that are doing a little something.

I have several people in my life that have had issues with anxiety and suffered from panic attacks AND they are better. I am happy for them, but I am also jealous. I don't like being this agoraphobic girl.
I miss the old me. I was fun! I want her back!

I have to take it one step at a time and make myself walk out that door. It has been a very slow process trying to find my way back to me. I did take my Son to the fair this year. : )

One Day At A Time
Love and Peace