My anxiety problems started at 25 years old. I was waiting for the bus one day and felt this feeling of doom. Thought I was having a heart attack. Went to all the docs, did all the tests; just to be told it was a panic attack. A panic attack? I’ve always been a strong person and never thought I would get one of those.
Little did I know, that was nothing compared to what I would endure years later...
Long story short, I lost my mother in 2007, my brother in April of 2015 and then my dad 3 months later in July 2015. Needless to say, I’ve been crippled with depression, anxiety and constant worry ever since. I fear the remaining family and friends I have left will die. I fear death and always check on my fiancée and our beloved dog, Lola constantly.
I’ve tried finding a therapist but I haven’t found one that I feel fits my needs as of yet. I’m still searching.