GAD has been my constant companion for as long as I can remember. Generalized anxiety disorder - my bane, my foe, my albatross.
I have been slowly reaching a point where existence is impossible. Since I cannot commit suicide, which is the only "cure" for my suffering, there is only one option for me: letting go. I have to let go of my worries. I have to stop caring and worrying.
I tell myself a million times a day when anxiety takes over "Let go... this does not matter in the grand scheme of things. Let go... This too shall pass; no feeling is final"