Hi guy's the struggle continues. Its really sad when the only person ( dieing on the inside suicidal etc, lieing on the out side wearing a commercial like mask for prozac)you've got to talk or speak about anxiety is in your head and that's goung 90 mhr like a run away train whistle blowing about this fear and that fear.
I've been seeing a anxiexty post traumatic sydrome specialist. Again try this med and a see this therapist,anything to get my life back love my fiancee not be a burden or Debbie the downer,like I'd said the holloween mask. Go back to a non-husseling giving my pride and dignity away job.To work a career....Not be using public doll.Life is suppose be barbcues holidays vacation personal achievements buying homes or buying cars etc having friends,relationships.
So I was with this specialist and we we're in the grave yard of my life diging up painful memory.I was sitting there thinking in my head. I come from the jerry springer ghetto life,just a couple of days ago my 45 year old brother face book my fiancee and slept with ex-wife at time she was my wife.Is that what i should be talking about or the fact that situation like this or circumstances like job after job or missing out on memorable moments of life attracting horrible people and family,the type people you want to shower to be around cause there so slimmy and shady they alway have something they want from you. I grew up like this.
Every day is a struggle but also a reward cause of hope that the med will work. Or. Talking about this shit will work.