I thought my panic attacks were under control (as much as they ever have been). My problems seem SO pathetic and trivial. I am ashamed of myself,why can't I cope with life? Everyone else does. I fall apart inwardly every time I hit a stumbling block and my son looks like he is going the same way.

I should never have been so selfish and had kids who may have to suffer like this. I can't talk about specifics, too painful and raw.

I dont think I can handle waiting for a reply, desperation for help seems so intense. Reaching out and feeling so alone.