I'm feeling better than I have since getting this diagnosis which makes me scared that one of my meds is going to crap out on me. I actually wanted to clean my room, it seriously needed it the dresser was a pigsty. My anxiety feels managed for once I haven't felt flighty at all since he increased my dose to three times a day. I'm almost scared of how good I've been doing. I know the depression is probably lurking ready to attack me on a moments notice.