I had a panic attack this morning at Starbucks waiting for my coffee. Not cool.
I had my digestive issues again today because I consciously didn’t take my meds. Really not cool.
But at least I can eat a fairly normal lunch. Not that I really did. And not that I don’t feel guilty, because I do. It was just nice to have the thought.
Once again, I am procrastinating writing my essay for my midterm. Say it with me now, not cool.
I have half a mind to just go straight home today after work, instead of to class. With my full intention being to work on my midterm, but I know I would just procrastinate then go to bed early.
I should have stayed home from work today. I felt the anxiety creeping in, but I felt I could push myself through it.
I didn’t sleep as much as I should have last night. I was up (punishing myself) procrastinating.
I don’t want to be here at work right now. There’s nothing for me to do. Well, no actual work anyway.
Yesterday, therapy probably touched on a few issues I would rather not have it touch. I was fairly honest with her. I still could have said more.
I get really peeved when my husband says “we”, but it’s really an “I.” Like me. Not him. I would still get irritated, but not quite as much, or in the same way.
I just want to go to sleep. Or escape for a while. With no phone, no computer, nothing.
