I've been praying everyday for my anxiety to end. I feel like it Never will. It's crippling me.
I know some are going to write that it's up to me. Is it Really? I haven't been able to visit my sick mom. I can't handle anymore. May sound selfish? But don't want to have a breakdown in front of my family.
My next appointment with my psychiatrist isn't till the first week if April. This is a new doctor. The other one didn't work for me. To think I might have to live with anxiety the rest of my life? I can't imagine that? my kids don't have to keep seeing me like this. I know it bothers them. This is ALL my grandson knows. He's 3, I don't think he knows. He will later. Sleeping is the only thing that makes me feel better.
I need a break