The main thing I hate about health anxiety is that it cripples me. What I mean is that I shut down. I get so focused on a symptom and it sucks me into it's ugly cycle. I start to think about what I might have...then I picture my sweet babies and husband and I curl up even tighter in that ball I have formed of my body. Once that smptom leaves...another shortly follows and it is a on-going process of terror, frustration and horror. It takes my joy, my peace, and my love for life and squashes it to nothing. It causes me to withdraw from my sweet husband and babies and I avoid my friends and family. I feel so alone in my own little world thinking that I have the ability to diagnose myself with every disease under the sun. Why does anxiety bother me? Am I that weak? I have suffered so long. When will it leave FOR GOOD? What can I do to "fix" it? I am so exhausted from the pain it causes. Am I alone?