It's almost like reading my life story, when I read your post. My family didn't understand my anxiety one bit, they became frustrated and would hurt my feelings a lot.
My Anxiety caused other emotional problems like Depression, that felt like I was dead but still alive. I didn't want to leave the house also, and eventually I went and got help and only the medicine was temporary fixes, I mean don't get me wrong the medications helped out a lot. However, I had no type of control of myself.
The anxiety attacks would come and take over. I hated it. I didn't want to leave the house, which cause me to lose my job. Then, I had no way to support me or my children, therefore I found myself moving in with my mother, that didn't understand my anxiety one bit. I couldn't tell her that I lost my job due to my anxiety because she would have just called me crazy and ridiculed me. Therefore, I just told everyone the job was laying people off, and that I was one of them. I mean this darn anxiety has really caused pure hell in my life, and I just knew that it was going to be the death of me. I saw no positive outcome. I felt terrible, because I couldn't give my sons who were ages (9 and 11) the support they needed. However, they were the only ones that was there for me, although I felt like I was going to give up on life, they were the last string holding me up. Whenever I was having an anxiety attack they knew what to do and how to take care of me. My anxiety attacks eventually lead to panic attacks which caused me to go to the ER. I found myself experiencing chest pains, shortness of breath, and just a negative feeling. I couldn't take it anymore, but I knew 0119 wasn't an option because I had to be there for my sons.
Therefore, I worked over time to fight this thing and it was the toughest and longest ride ever but I overcame with the support of God, my therapist, my sons and my self. My family was not supportive and after I got myself together; I cut ties with all of them, because they were just too toxic. After 2 years of treatment and self help, I got myself together and moved me and my sons out of my mothers house, landed a great job, and bought a new house. I am back on the road to happiness, and yes I do have my moments, but now those moments do not get the best of me.
I'm sorry for sharing my life story, however; I just wanted to let you know how much I relate to your story, and how there is hope! I promise there is, just start working on it.
I know it feels like leaving the house is going to kill you, well; deep down in your heart you know that it won't kill you, therefore, push yourself to go out. Even if you just go for a walk. Its all about self-discipline.
It's all about hard work, and determination to get this thing out of your life. It is not real, and the feelings are just feelings and the thoughts are just thoughts; nothing else is real about it.
There are a lot of self-help books that gave me motivation and helped me work on gaining my own control. I recently just purchased and downloaded a book on my smartphone called "Anxiety Street: GAD Self-Help Techniques" on Amazon.com (kindle edition). The motivational section of this book has so much meaning and life to it.
"In order to overcome, you must undergo" that is a quote from "Anxiety Street: GAD Self-Help Techniques".
Although I have gained self-control after battling this thing for over 20 years; my mind is still on a set routine to stay motivated and positive which is why I read different books.
Good luck with everything. You can overcome this thing; I am living proof! I hope I helped ! God Bless.