Ativan to the rescue. No, really.

Ativan to the rescue. No, really.

When last we met, I was bellyaching about how horribly I was feeling. Sweating, panic attacks, the inability to catch my breath, the whole nine yards. Many of you left me comments and messages offering ideas about what might be ailing me beyond my anxiety (aka, the...
Not Just Another Blue-gened Blonde

Not Just Another Blue-gened Blonde

Hello, my name is Susan, and I suffer from depression. And anxiety. And panic attacks when my anxiety is really high. And even when it’s not but my brain wants to mess with me. I don’t see any of these things as defects. I see them as just some of the things that make...