I just got out of the pharmacy and I swear it took them an hour to fill all my crazy meds. After rattling to my car, I got in and cried. Is this how the rest of my life is going to look like? Monthly trips and a bundle of bottles on my nightstand table that scream "***** you crazy" everytime I look at them. I've been at it for ten years now and I guess this just shows I'm still having trouble excepting this. My BP runs my life. I can't work. And even if I got a job, I'd probably get fired again for my anxiety attacks. When will the cycles end? I can't take it anymore. Thanks for reading my rant. Needed to get it out.