It happens to the best of us, it happens to the worst of us. Hell, it even happens to the mediocre of us.
It's funny. Only a couple of weeks ago I posted a topic with almost the same title. I was losing it. See, my anxiety manifests itself through hypochondriasis, as well as numerous other neurotic behaviors, and it just felt like I was on the brink, like my mind and the universe were at an end, but what helped me were my pills and my wife.
I used to be a tom-cruise-like advocate for better mental health without drugs-stopped taking pills of all sorts actually. But as i've come to learn, sometimes you need them, if only for that switch in your brain to shut off all the "bad thinks." in the proceeding weeks since I began my medication my mind has been able to clear itself and i've been able to see my problems for what they really are. My problems really are all in my head. I think too much (2,000,000 thoughts per second-i timed it!) and thinking too much allows for all the possibilities in the universe good and bad. My negative nature, however, only really ever let the bad thinks through.
Anyway, take meds, find the source of the bad thinks, and work through it. Life's too beautiful a thing to worry it away.
Man, that was too deep. Someone shove me in the shallow water. Ah, paul simon's wife, truer words were never spoken.
Or something.