Things aren't so good around here. Marie's anxiety level is about exploding level. She is totally housebound now. She is irritable and hasn't much time for our children, our home or me.
Marie and anxiety have been having a battle for quite a while. And the winner is...well, you know who...
After a couple of months of this, I've realised that I am unable to cope with looking after the children, Marie, my business and the house. I've been exhausted and my business has suffered. I have excellent employees and I feel a responsibility towards them to maintain their employment. So we've hired some domestic help. This has freed up time for me to catch up with my business affairs.
I gave Marie as much space as I could over the last several weeks. At last, this week, she came to me, and told me, tearfully, just how bad she felt. And how she couldn't face living like this forever. She didn't know if she was going mad, or whether her medication was adversely affecting her. We contacted contacted our family doctor and she agreed that Marie should discontinue her medication. After a few weeks, if she still feels that she needs medication, we can discuss the alternatives with her.
Our agoraphobic neighbours have been terrific in offering assistance when requested.
Marie is fighting back.
Anxiety may have won the battle, but it hasn't won the war.