I have suffered from Anxiety and panic attacks for many years, since the age of 19, it seems as though I have had a wasted life, apart from marrying and having my son.  I became agoraphobic, and monophobic, and have been on Valium for over 35 years,   I used to manage on those, but after the death of my parents, and a lot of the family i.e. Aunts, cousins etc.,  I was put on Anti-meds.  I started with tricylics, and then was changed to Seroxat ( Paxil ) which I took for 3 years, and the stupid doctor took me off the cold turkey, and I was in a drasdtic state, the hospital people came to my house, and then it all started again. They wanted me to go into hospital for 12 weeks to get off all drugs, but being agoraphobic,  I was too scared to go, so the Pscychiatrist just washed his hands so to speak on me.

We had a surgery, and the doctor I had, had a bad temper, and threw a drugs book at me, and left the room. I cried not knowing who to turn to.

My husband wanted me to report him, but I was in such a state, I never bothered.

Finally, they told us to find another surgery in 7 days, not just me but all the family.

I was lost    We are now in a surgery, but am not very happy, as they do not seem to bother with people with panics and depression,