Today I went to mental health and they put me on meds to help with my obsessive worrying. I worry that I have ruined my body, what if it pops open, what if I get sick and I can't get anything in or keep it down, what if I die, what if my husband dies, etc. It has been a rollercoaster. I don't have pain and I don't mind to small portions I don't like that I feel different and my family can sense that I am freaking out. It's horrible, if I knew that I would feel so much regret , guilt, and shame wouldn't have done this. I don't like feeling anxiety and tension.