My social worker kept making a big deal that I went to see a band in an other city and spent the night. I flew to the States for two weeks to see my parents when I first got sick. I am not afraid to have panic attacks traveling. It has to be worth the constant crippling anxiety. I cry, curl up and don’t move while having a panic attack, but I can lug my carcass around in between the paralyzing points in panic attacks. It was one of my favorite bands and I really wanted to see them. So I went and as I predicted all the anxiety melted away while they played and I was free. I was heavily medicated, but I always am. Thanks Stars! I love you forever and always. Please come back so I can be free again.