For as long as I can remember, I have had lots of fears. As a child, I was constantly sick. When I was between five and seven, I remember being very outgoing and talking with everyone in the neighborhood.

As I got older, I started becoming more and more shy. In my mid to late teens, I started “feeling” extremely uncomfortable in social situations. I thought it was related to going to drinking parties at that time.

I only drank alcohol for a couple years as a late teen, because I felt like that when was I was experiencing this symptoms. But, it just seem to get worse in my early twenties. With the support of my husband, I went to nursing school in my mid twenties.

That was one of the worst experiences of my life due to all the anxiety I had during school. Finally, after working as a nurse for about a year, I spoke with my GP about this symptoms. He told me that I had a Generalized Anxiety disorder and Social Anxiety.

I have been taking Paxil for several years now, which has worked wonderful. But, I still find myself in situations where I feel extremely anxious and want to cry or am crying. This is highly embarressing, especially when it happens in my work environment.

Luckily, I have learned ways to control most of these occurrances. But, I have found that if I am not exercising regularly, concentrating on positive thinking, or doing relaxation exercises, the anxiety seems to come more frequently.

I have come to realize that this is a life long process, and I am going to have to do some of the above life style changes to combat times of extreme anxiety.

No, I feel like this is not fair, but it is part of my life. All I can say is if anyone reading this suffers with this anxiety disorder also, just keep taking the best possible care of yourself.

This is my life and your life, and we deserve the very best.

God Bless All!!!!

I was sexually abused by my father and verbally/emotionally abused by my mother. I am a Christian but I have a real problem with trust. Because of my fear of being around people ( even my own family ) I learned to pretend. I am 60 now and pretending doesn’t work anymore.

I have two sisters and one brother and they all suffer from PTSD, depression and a variety of anxiety disorders. My husband is a Viet Nam veteren and is sometimes loving but for the most part, very controlling. He thinks that I can just stop. If it were only that easy! I have been to many counselors including one that was for Viet Nam veterans wives.

I do better in the summer because it is bright and sunny outside and I can loose myself in gardening. When winter comes, it is a different story. It has been suggested that I get a therapy light.

I have been on so many medications ( that my husband refers to as drugs ); he sees this as another unecessary expense. I won’t ever give up but I get so discouraged. I get so cynical at times, I don’t even like myself. I get very embarrased if I cry especially in front of my two young grand children.

I take two different sleep aids because I am afraid to go to sleep. It is crazy because the person that sexually abused me is no longer living but the memories and vivid dreams are still there.

I don’t want to take medication anymore and have to deal with the side effects. I also don’t want to go to anymore pschiatrist and see their pompos attitudes and to be told that I need to just let go.

It sounds like very good advice if I only knew how to do it. All of this has caused medical conditions. I don’t want the rest of my life to be like this.