I had a nervous breakdown in June 2017 (i.e. crippling anxiety, intense panic attacks; had to quit my job because I couldn't function) -- triggered I believe by the fact I've lived at home with my parents since moving college, and underlying baggage coming to the surface. It made me realize a lot of groundbreaking things about myself, which I've been working through in therapy since October.

It's now February, and I still haven't quite reached "THE" breakthrough I've wanted to in therapy. It feels so close yet so far away... my therapist said I've made such impressively quick progress since we started. I'm pretty self-aware and high in emotional intelligence.

However, I realize how it hasn't been so healthy that I've put ALL my energy and focus on this breakthrough. While it's helped a lot in terms of therapy, it has come to a cost at my stress levels, panic, and more -- leaving me mentally exhausted. I've been so determined, because I just want to get better and be the person I've always dreamed of.

But it's like reality has suddenly hit me -- I need to move on from this shitty situation, re-socialize myself, and make plans. For some reason this is depressing me so much -- because it feels like I'm so close to where I want to be mentally, but I realize how unhealthy it is. At the same time, I know therapy is a process and requires patience.

I'm at such a weird point -- has anyone else experienced this? I feel so disappointed for some reason... my compromise in this situation would I guess be to go on antidepressants to stabilize, still go to therapy while making my life plans?