I feel like a total freak.
Anxiety is through the roof.
I keep crying. I hate when I get like this. It’s like depression and anxiety are the twins of hell.
They are seriously cramping my style.
I have things I need to get done, and they are not happening.
I have things I want to get done, and those aren’t happening either.
I see my therapist today and I’m hoping I can communicate what’s going on with me effectively. I don’t know if she is going to hear me because I haven’t been seeing her for very long. She’s super nice, but I don’t know if she will get it. I like her and she’s good, so I hope so. I’m pretty nervous about being a giant mess in her office if I’m honest. I don’t really know what that will look like.
I just have to be brave.
I’m just tired of this side of myself. The crying, whining, shaking, sobbing, anxious, sad, pathetic, dirty version of me.
I’m not this person. This is not who I am.
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