I was 33 when I finally asked about a prescription; and I felt kinda dumb that I had been "just dealing with it" my whole life, when suddenly breathing had become much easier with ant-anxiety meds.

I guess I was worried about becoming addicted or would lose coping skills and become dependent on it in order to function. But nope. I was wasting so much mental energy before, just trying to wake up and feeling like the sun was screaming at me. I can taper down my dose when my anxiety is more controlled, sometimes I forget that I didn't take it. Sometimes I wake up and pretty much immediately take it.

It helped me to begin understanding my anxiety on a much different level than simply, "I'm just having a bad day". It was a game changer

I tried that. The meds bonked me out of my gourd so hard that a single dose had me trapped in a chair staring at a wall for an entire weekend. I ran away screaming and never looked back.