My anxiety is getting so bad that I’ve started cutting myself again. A lot. My doctor upped the med I’m already on, which isn’t for anxiety; it’s a mood stabilizer. I can’t go to another doc because I’m poor; the one I see doesn’t cost me anything because it’s funded by the state. My family all think that I’m “okay”, but the truth is that with the way things are going I don’t expect to live to see my thirties.