This entire week I’ve been sleeping bad and I’ve been really stressed even though I don’t work. I’m so stressed and anxious that by the time I’m supposed to work I can’t. To sum this week up: had a panic attack, almost had many more, did jack all at school, got stressed out again.
So basically, the things that got better have gotten worse again. Back to square 1. Might have to tell my therapist I want to increase my dose of anti-anxiety meds back up… even if it makes me tired.
Something that hit me harder than it should have.
My dad just told me to go take a walk or something because I never get any exercise “since I don’t care about anything.” Now, this shouldn’t be a big thing, but it really hit me because yeah, I don’t care about anything, but no I can’t just go and take a walk cause hey, news flash dad, I can barely walk and I am extremely fucking tired!
I had therapy ith my dad and his gf with me this friday and I figured out dome of their feelings/ views an also realized something cool. I am not feeling as bad anymore! I’m doing a bit better actually and that’s so freaking cool to me. Even if it’s no huge difference or any difference in my productivity at least I can have a good time once in a while and laugh and stuff now!
To sum it all up, better but not great. But, but, but, BETTER! Heck yes to that. Cheers to that guys.