Improving or Not?

Some moments I think I'm getting better, less anxious. Other moments, I'm not so sure. It feels like forever that I've been feeling this way, when it really just started around Jan 15. Walking and praying are helping, as are the medications I've started taking (an anti anxiety and antidepressant, as well as sleep aid, which I really don't like). At least I don't feel like I want to crawl out of my skin or like the walls of my home are closing in on me, and my heart rate is typically staying below 100 now. And I'm sleeping most nights, with the help of the three medications. My work, upon seeing how badly I am doing, asked me to take 2 full weeks off, starting this week.

And my husband also is having quite a bit of anxiety. He's got A LOT on his plate, and my anxiety as well as the way the kids are behaving is not helping him at all.

I don't like to ask for prayers for myself, but PLEASE do offer up a prayer or two for all four of us, perhaps to Mary or to her spouse Joseph, or directly to Jesus if you prefer.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart!

Comments

Sarah said…
Will keep the prayers coming Kim!

May there be healing, better health, good behavior and peace brought back to your household again very soon.
February 8, 2011 at 7:12 AM
Tracy said…
You are totally in my prayers. I'm so sorry your going through this. I have had depression since I was a teen and after the birth of my second child 15 yrs ago I developed panic/anxiety and still have it. I take paxil and it has helped me so much. I have to take sleep meds when we travel away from home or I can't sleep.. no kidding, I will stay up the entire night, it has gotten better and better through the years and being honest about it has helped the most. You will for sure be in my prayers!!
February 20, 2011 at 7:09 PM
Jenny said…
Prayers for continued improvement. I'm a new follower from Catholic Mothers Online. Please stop by and return the favor.
February 28, 2011 at 6:00 AM
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