Okay. I am up at 8:30am today. I couldn’t sleep last night, I was still up well after midnight and had to finally take a Xanax to fall asleep. I got a text message from one of the houses I inquired about yesterday that woke me up. I need to get my ass in gear and get over to my school and get some of my stuff today. I hope to god the building is open. What a fucking mess. What a fucking mess. I am so upset. They changed my schedule at my school here so I don’t have to be with that crazy woman, but I am so freaked out. so freaked out.
Just Keep Swimming
I am a 47 year old adult child of an alcoholic. My childhood could have been a Lifetime movie. I am dealing with PTSD, anxiety, and severe depression as a result. I am working on gaining an understanding as to what this means and learning how to be okay with myself. Some days, just killing myself and being done with it seems like the most sensible option. On those days, I keep telling myself, "just keep breathing in and out, that's enough for today."