I(30f) have been struggling with anxiety since I was a kid. Always had stomach aches and stomach ulcers, doctors told my mom it was anxiety but I was never treated for it. It wasn’t terrible in my teens, but I always struggled with sleep issues because i was always stressing about something. 
It really ramped up after I got married and moved away from my family, I tried to get jobs but I was too anxious to follow up after interviews. We struggled financially, which caused a lot of extra stress and my husband’s mental health was not great. After some incidents while he was in the military, he was put in a therapy program and it really helped him. His therapist suggested I also seek treatment, but I never did. While waiting for him to get out of the military, I moved back home and returned to my old job which led to an new job offer that I ended up loving. 
After my second baby was born, my anxiety went wild. I quit my job to stay home because I was struggling so much, my baby was exclusively BF and refused bottles, and I was terrified to put my babies in a day care center.  I had severe panic attacks regularly, I thought I was losing my mind. I stopped talking to most of my friends because I didn’t have the energy to try to talk to anyone and I believe I was suffering from PPD. I didn’t talk to anyone about it and it was causing a lot of tension between my husband and I. 
Fast forward a couple years later, husband has a good paying job with good job security and we are financially stable now, but he works a lot and has to travel a lot out of state and occasionally out of the country. Anxiety began to worsen the more I was home alone for more than a couple days at a time and the stress trying to maintain my home while my toddlers destroyed it was hitting me hard. Husband and I had an argument and he told me it was time to deal with my anxiety because it was impacting my daily life and affecting our relationship. I still didn’t, I just tried to hide it around him when he was home, but he was gone most of that time for work.
My husband has been so supportive and tries to be understand, he tries to do things to make my life easier and makes sure that i get some time to myself on his day off. I’m so thankful for him and I feel terrible for letting this go on so long. 
I’m so proud to say that I made an appointment last week and finally talked to someone about what I’ve been dealing with. We talked about a treatment plan, she recommended we start with lexapro and therapy. I cried after my appointment, it felt like a huge weight fell off of my shoulders talking to someone about it.