fuck fuck fuck
Got to work this morning and had the beginning symptoms of a full-on panic attack, right out of the blue. I tried to talk myself out of it for about ten minutes before I started to really freak the fuck out and took one of the 2 remaining clonazepam I’ve been ferreting away for just such an occasion. Fifteen minutes later, I still couldn’t function, and I took the other one. They had better motherfucking work, because I got them from a friend who has the same prescription as me, and I no longer have health insurance, and I don’t know what the fuck I will do if I have another one and no way to deal with it.
Want to know how I am feeling right now? Jaegermeister was kind enough to take the kids and send me on a break for awhile. I thought maybe venting about it would make me feel better, but in fact I think maybe being surrounded by all these people is just making me feel worse. I am Chicken Little, and the fucking sky is falling, and NOBODY BELIEVES ME.
Oh, and my cell phone apparently got turned off this morning, which means my life is fucking perfect.
hey… try some deep breathing maybe?
failing that, at least know that you’re not the only person who has had a craptacular last 24 hours, enough to bring the karmastorm back to the levels of psychological damage long since otherwise put behind…
hang in there. your sky is falling, but it ain’t just you. my arm is bloodied from a rather jagged, embedded piece of selfsame sky….