Anxiety is like a weed...
Anxiety is a chameleon; it manifests itself in different ways. It comes and goes as it pleases and often strikes without warning or reason. It is unpredictable, and just when you think you have it all figured out, you don’t. Going on the assumption that I have a form of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) coupled with generalized anxiety, I (along with my therapist and GP) decided to reduce my anxiety meds as we come into summer, but only slightly. I dropped the dose by ¼ with the intention of dropping to ½ by the end of next month. But, I am struggling. DH has been traveling again, work is work, things are piling up at home, and so on… but I am also facing some health/medical decisions right now that I have been relatively quiet about, and they are tough decisions to make; for myself, and for my family. Yesterday DH and I went to an information session at the hospital actually. About half way through I felt like I was burning up, I started fanning myself with the handouts and noticed I