Today was a really hard day. I got fairly decent sleep, only one bout of anxiety in the early morning, and I felt pretty good going to work today. I had a minor twinge of panic on the subway, but I got through it, and worked the first half of my shift being able to manage my fears pretty steadily. After lunch, though, I praised myself for one second for being able to eat, and was immediately struck with panic. It subsided after about half an hour, but I was left feeling sadder and more dejected than ever. I'm proud that I stayed until my shift was over and didn't have any more attacks, but my sadness and depression, no matter how many times I've gone through this, I wasn't expecting, and I'm not sure how to deal.