carol desperately wished she could stay home.the anxiety attack of the day before had left her feeling very tentative about the drive to work.she had a creepy sensation every time she got into the car , and was getting tired of the daily battle.but today , it was a little more than just a creepy feeling.the phobias and nightmares that went along with sedative withdrawal were far reaching , and its victim had to work minute by minute to push through it.there was a very thin line between the real world and the perceived reality she was living in.logic and reason had to prevail , but she had often ventured through each illusion , clearly seeing one image and telling herself that it wasnt there.each day was an act of faith .