I would have never made it through a mission. My brother's anxieties didn't even touch what I've had, and his constant panic attacks in Zimbabwe finally did him in, and he was sent home. For me, after 39 years of suffering that only got progressively worse, I finally committed myself into the behavioral therapy hospital in Payson (after multiple suicide attempts). My panic attacks would start the moment I woke up, and remain with me all day. I'd describe it as getting in a near head-on collision in your car, and your adrenaline and other "fight or flight" chemicals are flooding your body. Imagine that's how you feel and live every day.

Long story short for me (and everyone wants to hear some inspiring story about how I so miraculously turned my life around and became so successful) is that a simple pill, with absolutely no side effects, completely changed my life 18 months ago. I'm almost incapable of feeling anxiety or stress now. Since I'd always fought through these debilitating anxieties running my business, now everything suddenly seems so easy. The enjoyment and reward of success is something I place into perspective every day, compared to my past pain and suffering.

Anxiety hell is extremely real. I'm assuming you were just being facetious with your comment.