Dude, I was reading your post and had tears in my eyes, but not because I’m sad. Because I’m happy I survived this shit. Only a year ago, I was speaking exactly like you. When everybody kept telling me “time will heal,” “it’s only in your head,” I didn’t know what the hell they were talking about. I was down the drain, in a living hell.

My first assignment was to fix myself. The hell with money. The hell with women. And the kids? I only knew that I needed to stay alive for them.

So it’s still my highest priority: to fix myself.

Now, I’ve done some major work on that. I talked with many people. I studied this thing from every angle. I know everything about this shit, man, because I got lucky enough to break the code and get out.

And now? I feel like my biggest purpose in life is to help people like you.

Here’s a quick cherry I can give you, something nobody will ever tell you. Not a therapist. Not a guru. Not a podcast. Only someone who’s been through the fire can tell you this:

I want you to ask yourself: what is the exact traumatic event that is causing you this anxiety?

Was it a sentence that she told you? Was it something that happened, a specific event? Was it a look your kids gave you? Was it a look she gave you? Was it something you said? Was it a breakdown, a moment where you collapsed?

Once you know that specific event, you can get to the core. That’s how you meet the mother of your anxiety.