Or day 98736363637828. Whatever.
I need a shower. I need to do laundry.
What am I doing? Laying in bed. I can’t move.
I was supposed to come up with more skills or some ways to help myself.
For real though, I can’t. I can’t focus long enough to do that.
My anxiety is WAY too high.
I can’t focus on anything. I have a new book I want to read and I just need to stare at it until it sinks in through osmosis I guess. I don’t know.
Today’s also the end of my treatment plan with my case manager.
In the middle of a pandemic.
She promised she wasn’t leaving me out in the cold though, and I believe her, but honestly. That means she is dealing with me on her own time.
I am freaking out.
I need some more help with this anxiety because I don’t think I am doing very well with it and I can’t see my prescriber unless I become some kind of huge problem. Then I can talk to her on the phone or something I guess.
I don’t really want to be a huge problem. I just want help.
I don’t know.
I am just going to hide now.