There has been an awful lot going on since I moved down here – supposedly to be closer to my daughters. I, too, am a senior being 72, and the anxiety is out of control. I live alone, and between the anxiety and depression, I just want to run … anywhere. One of the meds. I should be still taking made me have what they call “essential tremor” …. meaning I couldn’t write well at all due to my hand shaking. My Psychiatrist took me off of that med. since I also had to take another to stop that. Things weren’t as bad, but my anxiety is off the charts, and the depression is that dark hole. I’ve gotten to where I don’t want to go anywhere ….. my church is not down here and while I’ve tried others, they don’t seem to fit. I’m feel as though I am living on a raft bobbing around the ocean with not a soul to help in sight. I am so sorry I moved.