This past Thursday marked 90 days since I was admitted to the hospital from overwhelming anxiety. I can’t say that I’m totally cured but hell, what fun would that be anyway?!

I can say without a doubt that I am feeling better than I have in years, on a fraction of the meds and am much happier and more present in my daily life.

Life spent avoiding anxiety in my experience is a first class ticket to misery. Only through acceptance and learning how to live with our anxiety can we have hope. I was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder nearly 15 years ago and until the last 90 days I spent those prior years fighting against my anxiety to no avail.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t thank my friends, family, therapists and specifically my anxiety supports that have been there for me with unconditional help and love. They have been incredibly supportive and I owe my recovery to them.

As they say everything happens for a reason and I believe this has happened to me so I can share my story to help others. I spoke last week at the outpatient program and will be sharing my story for the People Tree next week and I will share my story with anyone who needs help.

If you need evidence of hope I am here today to tell you it is possible. I still have anxious days and spikes of anxiety for no discernible reason, but that’s what makes anxiety disorders so damn hard. Yet there is hope!