After about a month of keeping it together (after my home town boyfriend dumped me in favor of his residence pals) I started feeling PANIC whenever I had to catch that bus to school. Sheer panic. I remember having to take an exam and having to leave half way through to ESCAPE. I pretty much dropped out and spent the next 3 months sleeping my days away and staying up all night. I moved home at Cmas and spent the next 7 months basically living in my childhood bedroom. Once in awhile venturing out into the community when I felt comfortable.

How I wish I had sought out the advice of a doctor and been put on anti-depressants and anti-anxiety meds. I was a mess. Instead I sought out college counselors who recommended relaxation therapy, or my Behavioral Psych. proff who insisted I was fine, just not doing what I wanted to do.. Anyway. I finally crawled out of my hole taking BABY STEPS towards a normal life which I pretty much lead some 22 years later.

I only wish I had had the help of a doctor. You are in great hands and WILL get through this. I finally sought medical help when my son was 1 year old some years later and I had unbearable PMS which was eating up 3 weeks of every month.

I wish you all the best in your journey and hope very soon you are feeling more like yourself.. It can be done!