Feb 1
Today. Is worse. Long pause. Staring at the cursor. The weight of that statement is terrible. It could so easily be a different statement. One which I have half planned out. By the time you read this... But not today. Today my anxiety has spiked. And. Something has shifted. I can feel it. It has started to move into permanent territory. If it isn't already. Today I woke up with a not unusual set of problems. Extremities buzzing. Cold. Bad pains all over. Fucky eyes. Nausea. And of course at the moment. Right side hearing fucked. Balance is off. I suppose I should be thankful that I am still not waking up to also feeling like I am poisoned and drained to my boots. Nevertheless. The wake. Is brutal. Sliding into a system full of red alerts and failed states. The heating is still fucked. The house is still fucked. I am suffering and incapable. A million little anxiety wasps glided around my head. You haven't tidied up. You can't cope with the small stuff. Let alone ...