“This was the first time I told my story for everyone to hear.  My story wasn’t an in depth depiction of my situation but sharing some of my fears for all felt good.  Also, seeing that many people share the same feelings as I do was comforting that I am not alone.  I always knew I wasn’t alone, however the stories on this blog site is like group therapy.  Being that I do not always do well in groups, this site is a refreshing alternative.   Having accepted my mental illness, I carry on the best I can.  I will continue visiting this site to gain further insight from real life experiences by Trish and her Guest Bloggers.” ~ JL

“You’re Fine.” :: The exhausting journey of high-functioning Generalized Anxiety Disorder

Have you ever wanted to punch a doctor in the throat?

“Everything came back normal,” the doctor always said, “You’re fine.”
“Well, Doc. I didn’t come in because I feel fine,” I always thought.

Twenty-two years of that and I had honestly given up on health care. I hated doctors.

Twenty-two years of visits to specialists. Blood tests, urine samples, sleep tests, finger pricks, poking and prodding; always just to come back and tell me that I’m fine.