. . . but I don’t know. Some of you may roll your eyes, but I’m going to write about martial arts class again. Getting there is a big challenge for me right now.
Very recently, I wrote a post called No More Klonopin, which was basically about going off the drug. Now, my anxiety is so crippling that I’m afraid to leave the house by myself. I have yet to go to a martial arts class. Yesterday, I got in the car with my husband and he drove me there. When we arrived, I couldn’t get out of the car. I was that scared.
My husband has my back — he views what happened yesterday (driving there and not going inside) as progress, for me. At this point, I don’t know how I view the situation.
I’m trying really hard not to feel sorry for myself. Something’s gotta give. I don’t know if that means going on Klonopin again or on something else. Or what. I can’t remember whether Klonopin worked when I first started taking it. The reason I got off it was because I felt that I was overmedicated, and because I hadn’t felt anxious in a while. It didn’t seem to be doing anything.
Have you ever had such crippling anxiety? What did you do to combat it?