Me too.

How come we can feel ill and still see the beauty of the world? Maybe, feeling ill makes us notice things like that, who knows?

As you know, I like to travel, but it's a battle pushing through the anxiety. There's problems with claustrophobia and food, all that stuff. But I take a lot of photos, and I get to see places. I remember the quality of the light, the farmland, the beaches, people we meet, and that's good.

In my memory, I never think about the anxiety I had on the trip at all. I just think about what I've seen. I say, "I still have the visuals."

IMHO what we sufferers lack is a feeling of well being, something that I don't get much of at all.

A confession - about 5 years ago I tried a street drug; I was with an old friend. Just a little and just once. You know, I felt better straight away - I felt like I had been cured. It was instant! I felt NORMAL. I learned from that experience that I must never get involved in that stuff, and I have never done it again. I wonder how many people with a undiagnosed anxiety/depression get caught like that, a lot I would think.

OK - so I don't have a feeling of well being, quite the reverse.

But at least it's my own experience. I have resisted the Prozac, for my own reasons, but the Psych said to me "You don't know what it's like to feel normal".

Well, we each tread our own paths.

Peaceful thoughts to you Jen, I only wish we really could give them to each other. M