Prozac day 17 This weekend was OK, mostly because Ewen's BFF was here. Ewen skipped a birthday party playing Laser Tag in the woods on Saturday because of his anxiety (too many potential biting bugs/snakes and things in the woods). But he went to the Medieval Faire this afternoon (Sunday) with his BFF and I realized that it is the first time he has been gone for the day away from his family since this all started. I realized because I had to bring his friend's mom 2 water bottles with inositol in it and his propranolol in a zip lock bag...one for 12:30pm and one for 4pm. I was happy that he wanted to go to the Faire but a bit worried too since he hasn't done an all day thing like that since this started. When he came home at 6:30pm he said it was OK. He said he went on a ride that made him want to barf and that the kettle corn and toasted candy almonds that they sell at the Faire were better last year. He was a bit bummed and said that things just aren't as awe...
What do you do when your brilliant, confident, happy 10-year-old suddenly plunges into a frightening downward spiral of debilitating panic attacks? This blog is a mother's journey about a family working it's way back from a crisis, to some kind of happy normalcy.