I took care of my mom who had vascular dementia from 2013 to 2015. She died 2015. I was numb and started drinking and isolating. Just disappeared from society. Quit my job. Stayed home with kids. Hid. Grief kicked my ass. Didn’t deal with it or process it. I developed social anxiety. Anytime I tried to conquer it I had panic attacks. That lasted six years. Until one day I was sick of all of it. I put myself in intensive outpatient for alcohol to be around people and talk about my grief. I applied for a job. Worked at it five days and had a panic attack the fifth day and walked out; told them I wasn’t ready apparently. But one month later I got a call for another job and tried again. I have been at that job for almost two years now. I overcame my social anxiety for the most part. I still struggle with anxiety some. I still have to work on making sure I am listening to what I am telling myself if it is positive or negative. But I remind myself that every day is a new day to start over.