I have been an in the closet about my anxiety for my entire life. When I turned 30, I finally came to the realization that I have to get a hold of this as I laid in my bed gasping for air and freaking my husband out. Anxiety had taken over my life. It had completely ruined it actually. I was on edge. I couldn't balance my checkbook. I blamed everyone else and then wondered why no one wanted to be around me. It made me feel as if I was stuck in life. Worrying about one thing or another. Frustrated with the fact that my life wasn't as I had intended it to be. This was a crazy cycle of my life with no end to it.