I was doing so well too. For about 2 weeks I felt okay. I was coming out of an intense 2 week session of anxiety. I was happy, functional, and dare I say I felt...normal. Little by little this week the anxiety, panic, and thusly sadness has crept in like a billowing fog. I was getting little hints that this was coming on, but really tried to ignore it. I try to stop, metaphorically look around and really remind myself how lucky I am. Tell myself I need to appreciate things in my life, and for god sakes, I should be happy about it. Alas, it still edges its way in. The visibility of everything in my life slowly disappears. It drains me and moreover ignites this energy in me. It brings these strange cravings to flee. It comes along with this nagging insistence to move, get away, do anything to calm myself down from the ensuing panic. And the worst part is, when I fight this feeling, I fall into this depressed resignation. I feel so sad. This is such a horrible way to function. Before I know it I cannot focus on anything else, my panic is full swing, and the fog is here, visibility is zero.