The worry and anxiety has crept back in around my son’s surgery. I just want to hold him forever and I wish it was me. I already have a messed up head why not one more thing. My stress level is high. I’ve been slacking at work because of all of this. So I worry about that too. I want my Benzo back. But I doubt I’ll get it. I was cleaning out my purse and see I have a psych appt on the ninth. I’m going to ask. I know I shouldn’t be Dependent on drugs but I need something.