I know exactly how you are feeling. I was completely unable to distinguish if I was experiencing symptoms or acute stress and my mind was (and still does tend to be) completely running away with me. This was anxiety at a whole new level and which manifested in acute physical ways which added to the panic. Sleep was impossible, as was being able to focus on anything with any positivity, or even to eat, but the lack of sleep was certainly making everything worse for me. There are no words to describe how frightening it is. My GP has been very supportive and has now given me something to help me sleep. I am now trying to take things one day, one moment, one small step, sometimes just one breath at a time. I really do understand how it can feel so profoundly isolating to be alone with these seemingly inescapable fears. I'm hoping as time passes that we can adjust to this new normal, but in the meantime I have tried to grab onto any small life raft when I can. Being outdoors helps, as does trying to take notice of any little thing that I can still enjoy and I try to look forward to them. Even if it is brief, they are an oasis in the storm, like a hot shower, or scented body lotion, a friend gave me a soft pillowcase.  Any little personal physical comfort can distract slightly from the mental torment. Even if it is brief, some nice moments can still be there. I think all the waiting is probably the hardest part. Once we are fully in the system with medical support then I am hoping things will settle and relationships can develop with the people who will be looking after us. Keep going x

I know exactly how you are feeling. I was completely unable to distinguish if I was experiencing symptoms or acute stress and my mind was (and still does tend to be) completely running away with me. This was anxiety at a whole new level and which manifested in acute physical ways which added to the panic. Sleep was impossible, as was being able to focus on anything with any positivity, or even to eat, but the lack of sleep was certainly making everything worse for me. There are no words to describe how frightening it is. My GP has been very supportive and has now given me something to help me sleep. I am now trying to take things one day, one moment, one small step, sometimes just one breath at a time. I really do understand how it can feel so profoundly isolating to be alone with these seemingly inescapable fears. I'm hoping as time passes that we can adjust to this new normal, but in the meantime I have tried to grab onto any small life raft when I can. Being outdoors helps, as does trying to take notice of any little thing that I can still enjoy and I try to look forward to them. Even if it is brief, they are an oasis in the storm, like a hot shower, or scented body lotion, a friend gave me a soft pillowcase.  Any little personal physical comfort can distract slightly from the mental torment. Even if it is brief, some nice moments can still be there. I think all the waiting is probably the hardest part. Once we are fully in the system with medical support then I am hoping things will settle and relationships can develop with the people who will be looking after us. Keep going x