I was formerly diagnosed

I had the formal diagnosis.  I couldn't believe I had gone there.  Severe anxiety disorder, clinical depression, PTSD, severe insomnia and the psychiatrist was considering bi-polar.  How did I get here?  I had fought so hard to not follow this path yet here I was.  If it had not been for my two children I would have been suicidal as I did consider it from time to time.  They saved me.  I was however, looking for institutions.  I wanted to be committed.  I wanted help.  I was on so many medications.  With each prescription I felt a little better only to build up a tolerance and need more.  The medicine bottles were taking over my cabinets.  The bed had become my best friend.  I knew something had to change.  I knew there was an answer somewhere.