Hi everyone. This is a particularly bad morning for me …. immediately on getting out of bed major anxiety was waiting for me – full blown. I thought I’d jump out of my skin. I took care of my cats, took my meds. and had breakfast …. still not much improvement. I was in a group at the local hospital in MD – an outpatient group which met 5 days a week for 4 weeks from 9-3 …. oh I wish I lived there so I could hook back in. You had to have been referred by your doctor, or have gone to the ER for extreme anxiety and/or depression, which is what I did. A girlfriend took me, I was unfit to drive. I couldn’t stop shaking. When I got there, they put you in a stripped down room with a bed, overhead light (no cords), and a dresser, and then it is a day full of analyzing by Psychiatrists, Psychologists, Social Workers, over and over again. And of course their final question was “do you feel suicidal.” Of course I said no, but that was not exactly true. So on that basis they had me go home and the following week I started in this group …. it was made up of about 12 of us …. people like me, a gay man with his “wife”, several people who had just been released from the hospital, several bi-polar people, all sorts of folks with all sorts of problems. By the end of the 4 weeks I hated to leave …. for the first time, except for my therapist, I felt heard, understood, empathized with and cared about. I sure wish I could go back, which I could if I lived up there, but … I don’t.