In 2012, I stared at a palmful of pills intent on suicide. Recently, I suffered bouts of disturbing intrusive thoughts. Seeking support saved me.
Each time I stopped my antianxiety medication, I relapsed. The second time was worse than the first. The third time, I nearly lost my mind, and my life.
My anxiety is, thankfully, well managed right now. But six months ago, my anxiety was so bad that I couldn't escape the intrusive thoughts that taunted me to end it all. Continue reading on HealthyPlace.com. Feature image by Yuris Alhumaydy on Unsplash. See more of my posts here.