I found this at Scandie’s “Anxiety & Panic Disorder Support Group.” The idea is to copy all of the statements and put in boldface the ones that apply to your own battle with anxiety and panic.

I don’t know why I did it!
But what if I make a mistake?
You mean I’m not supposed to think all the time?
Don’t get me mad!
I can’t stop worrying even when I try.
I just can’t seem to get started.
I can’t throw that away, what if I need it some day?
My house is always a mess.
Why do I speak without thinking first?
I get so mad at other drivers!
My life is up and down.
It seems I have to work so hard to be happy when others don’t.
I hate it when people don’t like me.
I have no energy.
What’s the point, it’s not going to work out anyway.
It’s my way or the highway.
I hate being quiet, I feel so restless.
I read the whole page and I can’t remember what I read.
I need to check it out just one more time.
If I die the pain will finally go away.
I can’t believe what I’ve done.
I’ll never forgive myself.
I’m not meant to be happy.
I realize food is a drug for me, but I still can’t stop eating.
People think I’m weird.
I feel so angry.
It’s so hard to make decisions.
I deserve to suffer.
What’s the point, there’s no hope anyway.
I have such a bad temper.
I’m a nervous wreck.
Why are the tests always normal?
Something must be wrong.
My PMS is awful.
I think I have a chemical imbalance.
I hate myself.
Marijuana and alcohol are the only things that give me some peace.
I can’t stand feeling like I’m going to die or go crazy.
Stress turns me into a monster.
Don’t ask me to do the paperwork!
Deja vu, things feeling unreal, I’m afraid to tell anybody.
Antidepressants made me feel hyper and scared.
Don’t even try to interrupt me when I’m doing something.
Nothing ever really works for my depression.
I get bad moods for no good reason.
My mind never, ever stops.
Anxiety, rage, depression and despair.
It’s so hard to listen and pay attention.
I feel so empty inside.
I just can’t seem to get things finished.
Why do I like drugs and danger?
How could it be nerves?
Why do I get myself into so much trouble?
Why can’t I have a happy, successful relationship?
I’m afraid of medicines, I’m allergic to everything.
Antidepressants stopped working.

How does your list compare?