The new doctor suggested I see a therapist. At first I was fairly resistant to the suggestion. I live in a small town and didn’t want anyone to know about this problem. I didn’t want anyone to know that I had a mental problem and in fact I wasn’t entirely convinced that the diagnoses was right. I went to the doctor a couple of times and asked her if this or that could be wrong instead of the panic stuff. I must admit she was pretty patient with me. She then told me of a fairly new program that had been started in the clinic. I could meet with her and the mental health worker in her office. This way it would like a regular office visit except it would be an hour long. No one would be the wiser except for the office staff. I just had to get past the idea that I knew some of the office staff personally. But things at this point were pretty bad. I just needed to feel better one way or another. So I made the leap. And wow that has led me down a path I thought I had left behind.