At the age of 40 I was suffering panic attacks and anxiety so bad that I eventually shut myself in my home.

I know that helpless feeling you get when you lay awake at night, after a stressful day dealing with "them", and the endless thoughts about how to make things stop.

But it feels like it is impossible! There’s so much anger, disappointment, and fear and now it is so bad that the scales are tipping and you are miserable and constantly stressed because it is affecting your life outside of work.

Dinner conversations are quiet because your family does not seem to understand why you are struggling to "get along" and they don't want to hear about it anymore.

How did it get to this point?

Suddenly the advice people give you to make yourself small and avoid conflict is making you wonder if it's your fault and you ask ... do I deserve this?

Let me answer that question for you .... Hell no!

I know you want to fix it, but you don't even know where to start. So you suffer in silence, toss and turn, and hope you won't see them tomorrow.

Does this sound familiar?

I have had these moments too, you are not alone.