I HATED going to work in the end. loved my job, but the anxiety would kick off physical issues. I worked as a nurse in the prison, so its not unthought of that I would have anxiety about going. I would get a waterfall of symptoms and convince myself that I was not going to make it.

I figured out that once I was at work, and distracted by work things calmed quite a bit. it was just a matter of getting there, and getting started. yes, I still had pain, and yes I still had some anxiety but to a much less degree.

I set myself up very early to get ready. I scheduled in plenty of relaxation into my run to get showered, powdered, and uniformed. I gave myself plenty of meditation time to breathe, relax and remind myself that its just anxiety and its ok to feel it. I would let it ramp up, and then feel it slide off. as it slide downwards, I would move onto the next activity.

I am not saying there were not days I sat in my car and cried before I went thru those doors, but I knew my problem was the anxiety. I popped my xanax under my tongue and waited to feel the relief start.

There are meds out there that prevent anxiety like celexa. Perhaps some pharmacutical interventions?