I feel ya, Judy. I literally woke up in a full-blown panic attack and can't find the cause. But there are many suspects. I've been fighting against taking a SECOND tranquilizer, channeling my energy into cyber-communicating here and elsewhere. I WANT TO SCREAM, but if I can just breathe and think logically, I won't need to.
The stickler is, if I drove to the bank and deposited this big check in my wallet, paths to relief would open. But I'm too unstable to drive.
I couldn't nap if I took a dozen sleeping pills. Too much psychic adrenaline is trying to explode out of my body--mania on steroids.
I hate not being able to execute a solution when I plainly see it would work. I can't even EAT, I'm so freaked, so there goes THAT coping mechanism.
YOU KNOW I'm with you and you're in my heart. I won't offer solutions because you already know them. You'll have to travel this Agony Highway until you hit a rest spot.
Just remember: it's not YOU. It's her and them.