Wednesday will be week 11. While I've had good days recently I'm afraid to report today was the setback of all setbacks. I'm still taking .5mg clonazepam upon waking and I've taken only that dose all but 4 days in the past 6 or 7 weeks. Today, I had to take another .25 at about 12:30 and I was in my room crying for about an hour from 1:30 to 2:30. I scared my 13 year old son to death and as a 42 year old man it isn't exactly my finest moment.
Lately I've had pretty darn good days. I've been more productive at work, I've not dreaded every day life so much. I have to take positive from those facts, right? Zoloft is eventually going to level me out if that's what I've been feeling, right?
It's just so tough, you have several good days. You think it's all manageable and going downhill from here on out and then bam, constant anxiety hits you like a 2X4 one morning.
This all started with a panic attack last August. It's nearly 11 months of misery. I have so many family members that have been through this and say 6 months... 8 months... etc. I've surpassed all of their healing times. I just want my life back. I've been getting it back lately and that is encouraging. I just had a bad afternoon yesterday and it turned into a very bad day today. Please help me out here...