I suffer from Anxiety and minor depression.

I've never been diagnosed but I know, without a doubt, that I have it. My mom suffers from panic attacks. It runs on her side of the family. I freak out when I have to do things that could cause me any kind of stress. My heart drops and pounds hard and fast. My stomach has butterflies and I get nervous pains in my hands. That part is hard to explain. It's just like a nervous sensation throughout my body. Eventually I find my way out of hanging out with friends because it seems too frustrating to try and get myself in the car. I know the cause of my stress is surrounded by my fears. I'm scared I'll be seen by the Bitch of a property manager, who I quit working for because she caused my anxiety to sky rocket. If she sees me, we'll get a note on the door and get kicked out. Everyday I walk down the stairs, looking left to right continuously, praying she's not walking the property while I'm heading for my car. Every day after work I try not to come home at times when she might be out of the office. I always get a nervous, stressed feeling walking up the stairs with groceries. When I finally make it to the top, my hands are shaking uncontrollably fast, fumbling for the house key, and I make it inside. I always look around to make sure no one left a note from the office, kicking us out. Driving doesn't stress me out as bad as that whole scenario, but it's still bad. Just the thought of getting my car towed because I don't have the money to fix the tags stresses me out. I'm nervous practically the whole time I'm driving. If I'm stessed bad enough, I will empty every cabinet and drawer in the apartment and re-organize every item. It makes me feel more put together. Sometimes I get so filled with worry and sadness that I just cry because I feel sorry for myself for being so crazy.
I need meds but I have no health insurance. My thoughts drive me insane. I went years without seeing a gynecologist because I convinced myself I already had cancer and was infertile. I finally went last week and I'm fine, by the way.
My brain never shuts off. Once I get a worry in my head, it consumes me to the point where I just put everything off and procrastinate everything. I get so depressed that I sleep until the last minute of the afternoon and get ready for work in slow motion.
Working out will help. Fixing my credit will help. Meds will probably help most.