So, I went to the Dr. for this crazyness, tried some meds and once again(I've tried anti-depressants in the past and not been able to take them successfully)have not been able to take what was prescribed without feeling horrible. So, I went to church on Sunday, I didn't want to go but went anyway. And guess what, the sermon was great and so was communion and it was like God whispered in my pastor's ear and said this one needs to be for Mindy today!
I feel so much better. The whole time I've been going through this I've been praying for help but not letting go, not handing it over to him. Some how thinking that I could fix it, even though it was obvious that I couldn't. So, now I'm walking in faith that everyday is going to be better. And so far so good.