The head psychiatrist at the hospital I went to when I knew I was sinking fast. I was in EPT for over 12 hours, interviewed by a few doctors, became extremely agitated as they kept asking me the same things over and over. They finally sent me home with a script for Mirtazapine after placing a call at 2am to the head psych there whom I had an appointment with the following week. When I left to go home, the psych at EPT told me that when I start to feel emotionally overwhelmed, to go grab ice and hold it in my hands tight until the bad feelings go away.
Went back the next week for the appt, had NO clue I was having an official diagnosis done, finally found out what it was that's been eating at me for years, and I almost did a happy dance that someone finally got it. It was sweet relief to know it had an actual name instead of depression, anxiety, PTSD, agoraphobia, etc.
Now it's just a matter of recovering from it. I don't expect it to be easy, it's still difficult, especially when you don't really have a support system in terms of friends and family who don't understand it ( here...I find alot of understanding and comradery with you fine folks, however

), but I'll get there in my own time.....
"Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself." Anaïs Nin.