Feb 03, 2012 22:09
The anxiety got too far into my brain and the walls are closing in and it's hard to breathe, so I'm going to bed early. I'll have the phone with me for when Adam calls from Nevada.
It's all out of my control. There is nothing I can do. It will all be fine, everything will somehow be fixed; but I must remember that I can only take care of myself before I try to even think about anything else.
Also, I must remember to eat more than small bits of yogurt and cheese and cereal and summer sausage and croissants. My body knows things.
Just breathe. Just breathe. Everything will be all right. Go to bed. Time for bed. The cats will cuddle as they always do. I love my cats.
anxiety,
fatigue,
life