I used to suffer (and I do mean suffer) terrible, crippling anxiety attacks when I worked in DC. I was close to agoraphobia at one point. And I, too, was claustrophobic, especially on the subways. I always carried a paper bag, like you mentioned,
@gruntlabor.
Hang in there,
@Pepper. I know that's a
LOT easier said than done. If there's one thing I have learned from my long struggles with anxiety it's that if you give it an inch it will try to take two miles. I'm sending you a hug.
I still struggle with anxiety, although not as often as I used to. Because of my history of Xanax addiction, any form of sedative or medication to alleviate it is out of the question. So I beat it back with fury, sort of like "You're not taking any more of my life!"
But again, that's very easy to say but not so easy when the anxiety has you in what seems like a death grip.