Does this sound like you?

There are dishes covering every open inch of counterspace, filling the sink, stacked on the stove. Three full bags of trash are waiting to be taken out. The laundry lays crumpled in the basket from three days ago – it’s laundry day again. There’s garbage strewn about the floor. The cat’s bowl needs water. We’re out of towels. And I can hardly get out of bed.

How did it get like this?

That One Time I Panicked So Hard I Took An Ambulance To The ER

Right now, I’m standing in the middle of an abandoned highway. The headlights on the horizon are unmistakable – my depression, barreling towards me at a blinding 100 mph. On the other side, a pair of tail lights are all that’s left of my anxiety, retreating into the darkness. I’m clutching a prescription for Ativan and discharge papers that say the same shit as every other time I’ve made my husband sit in a sterile room into the wee hours of the night with me – “ANXIETY DISORDER UNSPECIFIED”.