Actually, that's the title of a book written by Wally Lamb and I can totally recommend that one - I like him as an author anyway.
I've been having creeping feelings of anxiety and edginess plaguing me. I'm coping okay for now. But, I sense a call to my general doctor coming up.
I had been on an anti-anxiety med (Buspar) for about 7 years when, in the midst of dealing with my parents' estate and all the headaches that came with, I had a serious nervous breakdown and the Evil Twin ended up coming home from work to take me to the ER. I thought I was having a heart attack.
When we got to the hospital, my blood pressure was sky-high and due to the fact that I do have a blood clotting disorder (which makes me more prone to strokes), they admitted me. Many hours and tests later, I was sent home with a pat on the head and a prescription for Ativan (a serious business anti-anxiety med).
I had to follow up with my primary doctor and he wanted me off Buspar and on Paxil, along with the Ativan. I said, "okay." He doesn't like Buspar, doesn't think it's effective, etc. But, it had always worked for me...
I didn't like Paxil and I didn't want to become addicted to the Ativan. (the doctors are real stingy about giving it out anyway, so every refill was a pain in the butt).
So, basically, I want to be back on the Buspar, but I doubt my doctor will prescribe it. In fact, my former prescription was handled by my neurologist (who was also reluctant, but my FIRST neuro had started it, so my new neuro continued it). I'd accept Ativan again... I guess I'm going to have to make an appointment soon because I can't stand feeling like this.
It really is a terrible feeling.