Is medication really enough?

 I'm on Celexa and Xanax. Is it really enough? Well, even though it can help some, no I do not believe it is enough. What other choice do I have though? My husband works nearly 50 hours a week and I do not (can not) drive myself to appointments so I am pretty much "stuck". I do have an appointment with a GP today at 5:00 (or maybe 5:30, I have to check) that I just started seeing about 3 months ago. She is really nice and sincere. She is going to set me up with an appointment in a town about 30 minutes away with a Psychiatrist. I have been to Psychiatrists, and I have not been able to give them a chance due to me having to cancel most of the appointments because of no way there. I won't be able to get in to the Psychiatrist until about February though. Man, must be a lot of folks with mental illnessess. In all seriousness though, I just want to be normal. I beg God to allow me to become normal. Prior to agoraphobia I worked, I was a somewhat normal girlfriend (we moved in together before we married), and I had fun. I had friends, we went out, went to watch movies, and just enjoyed every minute of life. Don't get me wrong..I still enjoy and love life but I have tons of boundaries and limitations that the anxiety/agor has created. Or have I created them? Many questions linger in my mind daily. The biggest one is what in the hell happened to me? I had an excellent childhood. Sure, my biological father was never there, BUT I had my loving grandparents and my mother and then was blessed with a step-father when I was 11. He is great and he is who I call my daddy. I never had any trauma as a child really. Well, I had a double decker stove/oven fall on top of me when I was about 8 (maybe younger..I don't have the best memory), and I had to endure a horrendous storm when I was 13 at home all alone but other than that, I can't recall any traumatic events. So WHAT THE HELL happened? Sorry for yelling, but I have to sometimes. I dunno. One day at a time I guess. That's my thoughts for this morning. I have had an extremely anxious morning. Every morning my husband and I get up at 5:30. He brings me to my parents house and they live right beside my grandmother on her land. When I get here mom is getting ready for work, my step dad is already at work, and normally my 16 year old brother is still in bed until I get him up at 7. He gets his shower, watches his country music videos while I sit on their computer, and then he leaves around 7:45 or so to get to school by 8. Then it's just me and moms dog Alex, who by the way is a super cute, super funny little mini dachsund. Well anyway, this morning has been tremendously anxious for me. Of course my grandma is in bed still, but I sit here until she gets up and then I go sit with her. But this morning I have felt on edge, like dreadful. Maybe it's because my brother is in Indiana right now with his FFA group. You know, agors/anxious people don't adjust well to changes, so maybe that's what it is? I have no idea. But whatever..I just have to roll with the punches or duck and hide..I usually duck and hide. So, these are my thoughts for this morning..all jumbled and stuff, I do know that. Sorry, but my brain just seems to be in overdrive.