So we made it to Friday morning. I'm having such a hard time keeping my anxiety at bay, and was accused yesterday of "looking for things to worry about". Wow. The biggest thing I think, is feeling this way and not being able to shake it, and knowing that if I reach out, I'm told stuff like that so what's the point? Then I just spiral back down into it. I've been leaning HARD on a technique that Navy Seals use called "box breathing". It's so simple but it does seem to help. The Balance app on my phone is also a life saver for me in these situations, so if you struggle the way I do, I recommend giving some of these ideas a try yourself.

The furniture? Yeah, it's still at the old apartment. We have kept the Uhaul for two more days but I am running out of money, ya'll, and I still need to make rent for Nov. 1st. 

Work is its own separate bullshit deal right now - the actual taking of calls is nothing, super easy - it's just all the other crap you have to deal with, I'm trying to hang on. I'm hoping on my one day off tomorrow that Tom can get a couple of people to help with the damned furniture. I'm sick of thinking and worrying about this shit. 

Work calls in about fifteen so I gotta go get that last cigarette in. 

More later.