My sister is always supportive, though she don't exactly understand, she tries. I always feel like there is something wrong with me, I just don't know what. I've had abxiety for years but now my body is failing me. I don't understand it. I'm 39 and have the body of an 80 year old. My gram is 80 and can out walk me. Sometimes you guys give me a little kindness and support and just simple conversation about my savior doggy Henry and it makes my day. On one of my better days my husband told me that if it wasn't for Henry he didn't think I would have survived the last year. And it's the truth. I may have just let go. I thank you so much for letting me know I'm not alone. If you were next to me I would hug you.