I'm sorry for this post but I am so anxious and depressed. When Itried to eatsupper, it was like it got stuck in my esophogus. I had a horrible panic attack. I'm still hungry but can't eat. I remember when I was little, I had so much hope for the future. I don't know what happened. Life is nothing like I pictured it. When I was 14, I could'nt wait for 15 so I could date. When I was 15, I could'nt wait for 16 so I could drive. When I was 16, I could'nt wait for 17 so I could graduate. When I was 17 I could'nt wait for 18 so I'd be a "real adult" Then I could'nt wait to be married. Then I could'nt wait to be a mom. Now at 33, I look at my life and wonder if I wasted all my happiness away on dreaming whats to come. I sometimes feel like I woke up one day and looked in the mirror and said" who the hell is that with the double chin and gray hairs-not to mention all the strech marks. And then there is all this fear. I'm so tired of it. I'd like to run away from all this fear but you can't run from what lingers inside you can you?I'm sorry for this, but I'm just so tired. I can't talk to my mom or husband. I wish I could wish it all back for a do-over. Mabey I'd be better at it this time.