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Skipped my two classes this morning to drive Nine home, cause the whole anxious thing reached it's peak and it was either start home with Nine or randomly break out crying all day. Made it half-way there before a full-blown, light-headed, "why are my hands tingling" panic attack caused me to have to pull over at a gas station and call Dad to come get me while I cried into the phone.
Dad came and got Nine, and by the time we met at the gas station, I had calmed down enough to drive myself back home. I felt like a giant heel for cutting into their plans and making Dad drive 30 miles out of his way. Ugh, I hate this. And here I thought I was doing so well with the whole Anxiety thing.
Managed to get back to the Point house without too much difficulty, though there were a few more bouts of random crying on the way. Followed by a good half hour or so of solid bawling when I got back. Then I slept for three hours. Still feel kinda crappy (does anyone actually feel better after hours-long crying jags?), but I did eat something and I haven't randomly started bawling since I woke up. Progress is progress and all that.
Watching Due South. Not sure if it's helping, but at least it keeps me distracted.
Dad came and got Nine, and by the time we met at the gas station, I had calmed down enough to drive myself back home. I felt like a giant heel for cutting into their plans and making Dad drive 30 miles out of his way. Ugh, I hate this. And here I thought I was doing so well with the whole Anxiety thing.
Managed to get back to the Point house without too much difficulty, though there were a few more bouts of random crying on the way. Followed by a good half hour or so of solid bawling when I got back. Then I slept for three hours. Still feel kinda crappy (does anyone actually feel better after hours-long crying jags?), but I did eat something and I haven't randomly started bawling since I woke up. Progress is progress and all that.
Watching Due South. Not sure if it's helping, but at least it keeps me distracted.