Well, here I am again. Another panic attack has left me feeling hopeless. I cried to my friend on the phone wishing this would be all over. He keeps reassuring me to not give up hope and keep pushing, but when having a panic attack, everything looks so dark and gloomy down the road. Whats funny is I was fine until I got on the antidepressant. I feel increased anxiety and nausea. I am so tired and exhausted from crying.

Yesterday, I thought I made a breakthrough. My brain was all like, "OMG Yes this is it! You are getting closer! Keep going!". Through all of last week, I was getting better and better. Thought I was almost out. Well, as things go, I wasn't. The anxiety and nausea hit me in the morning, almost like a freight train only to turn into a panic attack later.

I gave so much faith in the Cymbalta, it's kinda disappointing to be letdown so easily on day 4. I'm tired, have a headache now from crying and need an ear so I desperately pull myself from the dark deep pit of despair. I am taking ginger for the nausea but still my fears and anxiety are getting the best of me, once again.