Day Fifty-Eight
These are from yesterday, on my way in to work and during lunch.
I think my anxiety is coming back. I was okay for a while, no panic at all.
Until this morning.
Is it the medication? I’m taking progesterone and steriod eye drops.
Is it the nightmares I’ve been having the last few days? The horrible sleep? The constant stomach pain? The state of the world? Work?
Probably all of it.
Panic is this jittery spider monkey creature with talons on its many legs that latches onto me and just digs and digs and digs and I can’t get it off. All it takes it one idea, one what if and it starts to climb.
It was gone for a while.
Maybe it will only have a short visit this time.
