I will be 44 tomorrow.
I have endured a lot throughout my lifetime and still keep my chin up and think positive.
A little over a month ago I lost my job. I can easily get over my job but what happened after that is why I needed to be put on Anxiety Meds.
4 days after losing my job, I got a phone call and I needed to meet officer so and so. I get there and the detective takes me in a room and starts asking me questions about a stolen IPad Tablet from work. I had no idea what she was talking about. To make matters even worse the detective accused me of stealing the tablet. I was upset because I had never been through anything like this in my life. I was arrested for this and didn't even have a clue what they were talking about. I had to call my parents and my dad came and posted bond to get me out. Someone at work stole the tablet and put the blame on me probably since I was the last one let go. Someone is using me as a Scapegoat.
I called my doctors office and I told the nurse I was too upset to come in is there any possible way they could send me something out for anxiety. They were nice enough to help me out as usual. After I ran out of the Xanax, I went to see my doctor and let them know what was going on. When the nurse(Ive been a patient of their's for almost 15 years) asked what my visit was for, I just broke down and cried. I was so out of control and down, I didn't even know where up was.(The nurse told the doctor what was going on since I was so upset) He put me on Zoloft and Xanax. I had to up my dose of Zoloft to 100 mg because the 50mg wasn't cutting it. After starting the new dosage, I could feel the difference immediately. The doctor and the nurse couldn't believe his was happening and both said they would be character witnesses if I needed them. I have an awesome support group and if it weren't for them, I'm not sure where I would be. I started seeing a therapist, have a one on one mentor from church, go to two support groups at church every week and to keep my mind off of this and stay busy, I volunteer at our local hospital. Today was my first day I went without a Xanax. I know everyday is different but this is a start. Everyone can't believe how positive I am going through this. I'm not saying I haven't had bad days, that would be lying. I also have had a very bad IBS flare up that my doctor had to quirk my OTC Meds and I seem to be on the right GI Track now! When the weather is nice I try and walk everynight.
Sorry for the long post but now you know a lot about me!