I’ve known several people with anxiety disorders, agrophobia and other illnesses, and been through enough trauma in my life to write a dozen books. I disagree with your take on this. Perhaps your friend was right. By taking care of yourself, you begin to shift the burden of your anxiety from others onto your own shoulders, where it ultimately will be resolved. Yes you have a supportive family and a counselor. But the anxiety comes from your reaction to the world, and will only be resolved when you decide to squash it and care more for those outside of your cocoon. Happiness is a series of choices. Yes it will give you less attention in the long run, but is a lot less stressful for both you and those around you. When you are dealing with some of the things at once like I have, such as losing your home to fire, a mother who developed Alzheimer’s, a son who is hospitalized with OCD, trying to keep your brother’s murderer from obtaining freedom based on a technicality, giving up your career to take care of an ill family member and living on savings, a divorce from an abusive husband, a degenerative illness while raising two children as a single mom, you realize that falling into anxiety is taking the easy way out, and abdicating responsibility for living to others. There are many times when I would have loved the luxury of falling into a panic attack, but the business of living called. I never had the time to fall apart when someone was helping me move a sofa.