Being so young-- I'll be 34 in October-- makes it hard for me to qualify for disability.  As if my anxiety/depression weren't bad enough.  And working just isn't possible due to the hold anxiety has over me.  There are days where I struggle to volunteer at my church.   So what is the answer?  I'm at such a loss and can feel my anxiety getting worse as I type this.   There has to be help for people like me-- we're human too, right?

So I keep praying.  I keep pushing myself to survive somehow.  Through the chronic fatigue--the mornings are so hard--the afternoons where I can be a slug at times--the evenings where the thought of impending death haunts me and the bedtime exhaustion and blues.  I know there's hope out there--I've witnessed miracles.  So when do I get my break?  When do others like me get our freedom, our relief?  

"It will all come out in the wash"-- this is what my grandmother says, but with my luck I'll be like that sock that gets lost along the way...