Hello, I'm Katie, I'm new to the website. I first experienced anxiety when I started a job in 2007, was unemployed for a long time, and worked DBT with a counselor while I was living in Boston. I moved to NYC in August of 2009, got a job, took it one day at a time, pushed through the anxiety, and felt virtually full relief from my symptoms pretty quickly, actually. I started to get my master's in social work in January, and on the way to a final exam last week, I had a heavy-duty panic attack on the subway, and for the first time I truly believed I was going to pass out and no one would help me. I feel as though my mind has circumvented all the work I did and now I'm dealing with new triggers - which could be pretty much anything at this point. Suddenly I am completely afraid, since I am going to be starting internships in the fall where I am going to learn to be a clinician myself, that I'm not equipped to be a good social worker. What I struggle with most this time around is the depression that comes with it, the need to stay in bed and pull the covers over my head, and how painful it feels to force myself to get up, get dressed, walk out the door, get on the subway, go to school, and especially to go to work on my feet for nine hours (I work part-time in retail). I haven't had a restful night of sleep in a week, and I've lost 10 pounds in the same amount of time because I cannot force myself to eat. I recognize that my panic attacks are not as severe as they've been in the past, but the baseline of anxiety remains (so do the obsessive thoughts), and I must admit that it infuriates me that if it can get better, it doesn't just go away altogether. I end up weeping all the time, in private and in public, because I don't know what else to do but break down. I also harbor a lot of anger at myself for continuing to "do this to myself", as well as a ton of guilt for putting my wife of 10 years through this...AGAIN. I find myself sitting in my house staring at people out the window, and even fictional characters like Homer Simpson, and feeling jealous of their ability to not be miserable. All I can do is cling to the hope that I can push through once again and reach the other side, with a little more humility, and perhaps some real acceptance. It's just really difficult to believe, right now, and it would be nice if it could happen already.