I cried a few different times reading this thread. I so much relate to lots of this.
Sooby, those are helpful tips. I've just got to the point of trying to handle the anxiety and trust that the hormones will balance themselves.
I've been reading a lot about how the mind can get stuck in a pattern of anxiety and can be retrained to break that pattern. I believe some of that is what's happening with me. The strange thing is that in my life there were loads of stressors for a few years that I was well aware of and dealing with fine, then we had few big changes all at once that significantly reduced my stress. It was a month after these big wonderful changes that my "breakdown" occurred. And all of this coincided with my periods stopping. I know my hormones are a part of it, but I'm starting to think my mind simply became overloaded with the need to be stressed and not as much to stress about. Most of my anxiety and depression seems to be overreaction. I had a ridiculously small disagreement with my husband and felt so anxious for hours after, we later laughed at how being mad used to be my favorite state of mind and now I can't handle it. Right now I'm in a calm and rational state and can think these things through, but when the flood of whatever it is comes over me, I am absolutely sure it's hormonal and good luck convincing me otherwise!
GRL, I'm certainly not claiming to have the answers for you, but could there have been other things in your life that put you to this state? I'm only now recognizing this for me, and I hope I can come to grips because like so many have posted, I'm practically agoraphobic now. I don't really like to call it that because I do love to get out, when my mind is right. But I'm particular about where I care to go. I'm all right with people's homes, parties, doctor's offices and popping into small shops like the pharmacy, but my home is half an hour drive from anything, so I'm relying on my husband or friends to drive me, and frankly that's depressing to me. I can't wait to feel confident to go about by myself again, because as much as I love company, I also love to be alone and miss going out alone.