If I try the medications and the therapy and none of it helps me manage my anxiety, what’s even the point of living? If I can’t even manage to work the easiest job bagging groceries, what kind of fulfillment or happiness in life is there to find? I still have a ways to go and medications to try, but so far my experience has been disheartening and I’m convinced I’ll never know what life is like without anxiety. 

Sorry if this comes off as harsh or insensitive, but I don’t understand how sitting at home all day on disability is a life worth living. A lot of people seem to think being legally disabled and getting monthly payments is the easy way out and only lazy people do it, but it seems very grim to me and I can’t stand the thought of it being my life. I’ve been out of work for almost a year. Treatment isn’t helping, I’ve responded terribly to medication so far, and am looking at the possibility of applying for temporary disability because the shame of not financially contributing to my family is hard to live with.