My anxiety (and depression) has crept back so strongly that it paralyzes my mornings. I used to wake up happy, going on walks, smiling, loving life. And now…fuck…I find myself throwing up at least 5 mornings out of the week. And it’s not food poisoning or anything. It’s just saliva or stomach acid. I wake up and I’m fucking terrified. I love my job but I hate it. I love my life but I hate it. I try to stay positive, try to stay in good spirits for all of us suffers on this page but…goddamn, is it just gonna get worse? Is this my life from now on? People say it’ll get better but it’s gotten so so fucking bad!!! I don’t want to feel sick when I wake up. I’m tired of crying. Why won’t this end? Will it? I’m sorry. I don’t want to bring anyone down but this fucking sucks. I love you all and wish for nothing but the best for all of us. But…FUCK!!!! I want it to stop. Sorry for the rant. Hugs to all of you. I mean this from the depths of my soul, I love you all.