Good for you getting going so quickly with therapy! I wish you well with that. As for my statement about anxiety being normally self-limiting, I didn't mean to imply one must relinquish control to it ... I don't even understand what that means. I meant that in "normal" people, a period of anxiety is about a genuinely traumatic or threatening life event and it will fade on it's own, meaning one simply outlasts the active grief or fear, and settles into a place where one doesn't think about it so much, and it's less painful when you do. One welcomes the return of a desire to pursue other interests and turns one's attention more and more to things less unpleasant. Sometimes this mechanism fails, and sometimes the anxiety wasn't about reality at all -- in such cases one has an anxiety disorder and must enlist help in achieving relief. Your therapist may be oriented toward helping people cope with a life of anxiety, where you work at minimizing the negative effects. If you have an identifiable cause, however remote, you have the option of direct attack. I was sexually abused as a child, and eventually came to learn that abusers rely on a child's shame and fear to never tell. It didn't help to whisper my dirty secret to a counsellor, and when I saw how my anxiety faded before a frontal attack in other areas of my psyche, I stopped covering for him and quite casually, whenever it just came up in conversation, I told the truth, and it set me free. I don't know and don't even care whether he has been harmed by my revelations -- it's enough that I've been able to cast off the guilt and take pride in telling people exactly why I despise the man to this day. It was revenge. Tangentially, I'm also free of guilt about my bad relationship with my mother. She taught me, at age four, the meaning of betrayal when I told her what my brother was doing so she would make him stop ... she said "no, he's not" and turned away. I was staggered years later when I learned she had also been aware when the son of family friends molested me ... the boy's mother was her only friend and she wasn't prepared to sacrifice that for a little girl who would just get over it anyway. So you, my friend, you go and dig fearlessly in your present and past, and try not to let your medications prevent you feeling and recognizing the painful parts you may need to address.