I've suffered from panic attacks off and on for the last 30 years. This year our family has lost 4 friends/relatives & the death of our beloved cat "George". At 61 I am realizing that all life comes to an end sometime and as a result my anxiety and panic have increased to the point where I can't get enough sleep even though I'm exhausted. My thoughts consume me. I find some comfort in the fact that there are so many others dealing with anxiety-I'm not alone in this. It makes me angry that my anxiety is limiting me so much from enjoying life. Every day is a struggle. I just want to go back to being happy again & spending time with my family, especially the grandchildren. Is there a way out of this?