Finally admitted I need help

Been white knuckling my way through life for like 10 years. Constant stress, constant worry, couldn't relax for a second. Everyone around me was probably exhausted but I didn't care, just kept pushing. Last month I had a panic attack in the middle of the grocery store and that was my wake up call. Started seeing a therapist and it's helping me understand where all this comes from. Been on antidepressants for a month and I'm sleeping better than I have in years. My kids are happier because I'm less of a wound up mess. Wish I'd done this sooner but at least I'm doing it now.