- but I know I will never completely go away, ha ha.
I haven’t had a panic attack in a couple of weeks. Roughly since I moved in with my bf.
I don’t kid myself that I’m cured; not hardly. I still get anxious - about him, about the new job I’m starting next week, about my father, about getting old, about cracks in the sidewalk, ha ha.
But living alone, I had more time on my hands, so I was more anxious, so I was here more.
Also, starting the new job, that will undoubtedly limit the time I spend here. (Unless it becomes a new source of anxiety, ha ha. But I’m trying to be optimistic.)
Also, in addition to anxiety and depression, I also have an addiction. I’ve discovered a 12-Step recovery group that is really good for me. But, it does use up more of my time.
So - I know I’ve been here less often. But I will probably never truly go away from this group.