Well, in my case it perhaps, or possibly wasn't quite so severe, as I had always believed it (the anxiety - which he said was of the more "generalized," variety) was secondary to the depression. In fact, for a long time... I didn't even think I'd had it at all (or anywhere near in a way that interferred with my day). As opposed to the depression, which he was on board with. . . This was like 10 years ago, though, so after trying the other guys' (psychiatrists) "methods," I gave it all up (& have ever sense, lived with out AD's/antidepressants) as well. To answer your question: I guess some days, are better than others!!

but I'd be a bad example to set or follow for anyone. One thing that helped me, was that almost immediately thereafter (or when all of this went down) I began, or immersed myself in a new line of work that was semi-related, in terms of the adult foster care, sphere - or world. And so this foray into primarily a few different types of people to help, was mental illness, brain injuries (traumatic) & chemical dependency. Thankfully, or fortunately, rather this gave me a shifted focus from myself, wherein I did not find myself being brought down by their conditions and their afflictions. But rather, uplifted. That said, not everybody was as lucky as me. Although I do think my teeny-tiny background in psych at the university, or college level helped, just in terms of not taking some of the more difficult to handle, and deal with behaviors - to heart, or personally. As that will wear/drag you down!

Had my guy (first doctor) not retired, there's a strong chance I'd still be on them. Unless, I somehow found myself in the esteemed postion of having been (declared), "cured!"