Being on the right antidepressant for me has served, in part, to highlight just how bad my anxiety disorder really is.
For a long time, it got chalked up to 'part' of my depression. So I kept being told 'Oh, once you find the right antidepressant, you'll be less anxious!'
Oh, no. No no no. When I'm not anxious? I feel pretty great. Calm. Content. Happier with myself than I've been in memory.
But oh the anxiety. On the one hand- now I know? On the other... fuuuuuuuuuck.