Just wrote an entire post and lost it all. I'm so flippin' mad, it seems like everytime I want to tell someone how I feel, something happens to make me want to shove it back in. Husband didn't like me on anti-dep. so I went off, to teach him a lesson. He said I wasn't passionate enough. So, now I want to have sex, but I want to rip his ever lovin face off because I'm back to square one with anxiety feelings of helplessness, sadness, triggers, you name it. What a JERK!! He doesn't even want to know what it's doing to me. He asks me how I'm doing and I say GReat with as much sarcasm I can muster and he says Good. Slap on my thong and Anna Nicole get-up and do what makes him happy and then go cry like a baby because I don't want to be happy and how dare him for taking away my "crutch". Everything is a trigger now and people are getting tired of listening to me, but he obviously doesn't know the first thing about this. I am so sad, I don't want to leave the house, but I have to work full time, which just makes the anxiety and need to lash out, 10 times greater What do I do? I'm not where I thought I was spiritually, emotionally or anywhere without the medication, but it scares me to death that I need the meds to not cuss, not rip someone's head off and just normal every day stuff. Please help. . .