I dumped the business, paid someone to finish the house, and now I'm starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel. What is different this time is there is hope, I'm just waiting for the meds to kick in and for me to get better. I have three children, the oldest is six, and I know as much fun and as much joy as they bring, they are work. I think of my life as an onion, and when enough layers of your protection are peeled away you are left with anxiety. I have searched for the acute stressors and tried to eliminate them.
Some chemicals are out of alignment.
Throughout the past four years as I have privately shared these experiences I've been given a lot of strange advice. I believe in God and miracles, and I thank Him for the medicines that He helped create. No one ever suggested that a diabetic read his scriptures and go to church more often and not take his insulin. That is unheard of, and sometimes we need to treat some non-traditional advice the same way. You will be normal again.