I don't think there is ever a time I do not feel somewhat anxious. As I am typing this, I am shaking and going through the emotions of an attack. I've been worrying about a lot lately and think I have every illness under the sun. I feel into the trap of looking up my symptoms and this has made everything worse.
I have to admit I'm getting really down, to the point I feel depressed and even my family and friends are noticing. A family friend called me a 'washboard' because of how flat my tummy actually is. I got back on track with eating and now it's getting worse again.
Even falling back into my old ways, where I would scratch my skin when feeling anxious or having an attack. I never showed anyone, including my mother. She saw it once and helped me treated it but she didn't say anything about it. This started last year and it got to the point I was suicidal and was honestly thinking of ways to end my life.
I should add that I struggle a lot with my hormones. The same happened with my mother and sister when they were teenagers. This makes my anxiety worse and sometimes starts it.
I need to vent but have no one to talk to. I don't want it to get worse.