…and I don’t know why.
Throughout parts of the day, I’ve just felt heavy and lost. Something is missing.
My flatmate and friend technically moved out today, although he has about 3 weeks to get the new place sorted, and he’s got a lot on his plate because of that.
I felt like I had some stability but once again things get flipped, turned upside down. It’s just a matter of time before someone new moves in. I’m sick of feeling like everything is just temporary; I miss having a home.
The anxiety is driving me crazy. I’m so sick of having to contend with my own bullshit fears every single time I step out of the front door. What am I so scared of?
I’m feeling stuck again and I don’t like it.
I read somewhere that you shouldn’t talk about yourself in a blog, because people apparently “don’t care about you.” I never intended to talk about myself in this diary-like manner when I started blogging, but here we are.
These late nights are taking their toll—it’s 4am, yet again, and so I’m off to bed.
A thank you to the Facebook page Mental Health and Invisible Illness Resources for sharing this blog entry.