I haven’t slept.
I cleaned. I cooked. I had company. Phone calls. I showered. I played yatzee. We watched Don’t Trust the Bitch in Apartment 23 and I listened to a lot of Bastille while I wrote.
It’s been a long day. But I’m… Good. I want to sleep at some point. But it’s good. Well, it would be if I wasn’t bouncing literally off the walls.
I had some anxious moments. But only one panic attack. Only one crying fit. And this is actually a pretty great thing.
I had a great conversation with a friend who ssuggested things I’d never thought of about my fear of the nothinguess. I would post some of his advice but I’m still processing it close at heart for now. But it gave a logical, “Hey, this is an explanation why you feel that and this might help you deal.”
I know some pretty freaking smart people.
I’m going to go shower again and try to warm up my hands. The manic crap makes me get ice fingers and toes
Oh yeah. Song.
Painful and full of wish. But so… So me.
Bonus song for my lovelies reading. ❤