This is like day 4 of my stomach being all weird and in knots due to anxiety and worry. I can't do anything I enjoy anymore. It's taking every fiber, EVERY FIBER of my being to be able to stay "safe". I talked with the officer, I talked with my therapist today, and she had a sympathetic look on her face and kept saying to me "Well, whatever you're dong now, it's working because you're still alive" NO I AM NOT OKAY I"M TRYING SO HARD BUT IT'S JUST NOT WORKING AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE. I'm in so much pain... it hurts so bad... I have no tears left to cry because they've all dried up. I'm so tired of this nervous stomach I've been having. I GIVE UP.