While I can not begin to comprehend your feelings or grief, I do know what it's like when you need to go out into the world and just can't.

I don't know if you have put a word or label on this feeling yet, but I have. It is a lovely word and took me forever to learn how to spell it. "Agoraphobia". Or simply put "Fear".

As I got worse, I also lost my job. But I was very blessed, I worked for my doctor and help was right there for me.

Shopping is a nightmare,and going anywhere is way to hard. Crowds are simply
unbearable and life in general is difficult to manage.

But, with the help of my meds and therapy I am doing much better these days.

The most important lesson I learned from my T. was that I was going to have
set backs and attacks would still happen. All I needed to do was learn "how" to
ride out the attacks and realize that I was not going to die from them.

Life, for me, without my meds is not an option. It is just to dangerous for me when I don't take them. I have discovered that the side effects can be managed, at least for me, by taking them every night before I got to bed. That seems to keep my med level at a point where I can still function and have a life. I just sleep through the hard parts.

Our traumas are different but we are not! Any time you need an ear there is always some one on line willing to listen and hopefully help in some small way.

Because------------------------------------We know how you feel!