I've been having some real difficulties with anxiety over the past couple of days. I sort-of came unglued yesterday for a few minutes. My wife said: "Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong." I just said I can't. For one thing, where would I start? It's all such a tangled ball of wire! And so much of it is SO embarrassing!

I know I probably should talk with her. I know she worries about me. And I know she means well. But I just can't. And I feel guilty about not being able to. And feeling guilty makes me feel even worse than I do anyway. So then I start thinking that maybe she would just be better off without me. It's a vicious circle. I wish I knew the answer. I don't. I do think, though, that people who don't have serious mental health issues can't understand how difficult it is to share what's going on inside the heads of those of us who do.