I should add that I knew I needed help and sought out a therapist. For years, I told doctors I was anxious, nervous, unable to cope and was given low dose Xanex, multiple anti-depressants..none of it worked for me. My blood pressure was not normal and they put me on drugs for that. I sought out a psychiatrist in Dallas hoping that would bring relief. Nope. He just prescribed Buspar and sent me on my way. The therapist I found in Austin offered a free consultation to see if she could be of help. The only words I could come up with to describe what was going on were, "I can't stop beating myself up." I'll never forget it. It was the only thing I could muster, but was the crux of the problem. I didn't want to be there, but knew I needed to be. We talked and she asked me a few things about childhood, but we were able to hone in on some exercises that worked for me. For me, being aware of the mechanics of what was going on and strategies to address these issues were key. It took about 6 sessions before I could look at her and say, "I think I am okay." That was 4 years ago. I still think that I'm okay. I might need her again. That's okay, too.