I just feel… unsettled I guess.
I don’t know why. Maybe I do. I don’t know.
Everyone around me is all anxious and I am trying to help, but there’s not a lot I can do and I hate it.
On top of that, I’m not doing crap with my own life, something my mother was kind enough to point out, and so I just feel gross.
I usually can cope with that, but I’m not really, so I guess I’m just sitting here being miserable. It’s stupid.
I think the hypomania has worn off.
I’m glad my therapist is getting a vacay, but I’m super bummed I don’t get to see her today.
Honestly, it’s been a challenging week.
I kind of feel “rushed” or “pushed” into things that I’m not really ready for.
I don’t know.
I have to go to the store today and I’m not feeling up to it.
I should probably go before it gets busy though.
Okay. Putting on my big girl pants…
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