As the flair says, progress is being made.   I still have anxiety everyday but I'm not taking benzos everyday or freaking out.  I'm not where I was a few years ago before this recent bout with anxiety started, but it's getting better.   I'm spending more time with my kids, less lime with toxic family, and am learning to have more faith in myself at work.  I'm staying out of bed in the day time, getting good sleep, not feeling bad for not solving everyone else's problems, and taking better care of my health.  I still need to find my smile, get a hobby, and take some time to myself every once in a while,  but I'll get there.  One second at a time.  The stabbing pain in my chest stopped.  It's now just a dull, blunt ache.  There is hope.