I did nearly go home but we were tucked away in a corner. It'd just the stigma and guilt . It gets to me . Surely if you well enough to have lunch with your family, you are well enough to work . No one knows what's happening on the inside or the fact you overcame anxiety to do something they find easy. Nights are really hard . I'm sleeping but often can't drown out the negativity and cry . And I get scared. I do eventually calm down but my mind races .