Mood: Anxious. Okay almost into down right panic.
See I have to go get my medications today, which by the way I have no clue how I was able to talk the Psychiatrist I was seeing at the hospital I just got out of into refilling them but hey whatever works in life at this point in time. He probably refilled them because I can’t just stop taking the damn things now that I’ve been on them for this long and doesn’t want a medical law suit, like I could afford a lawyer at this time in life. Anyway, back to going to get my medications. That means I have to get a ride and travel 45 minutes one way in a car and then back. I have panic attacks in cars, every single time. It sucks bat brains. I’ve been anxious all morning and have pretty much worked myself into a frenzy about having to go do this. Sigh. I’m sick of worrying. I’m sick of anxiety. I’m sick of disorders to which there are no cures. I’m sick of being sick. I’m sick of having something wrong with me and I just know so is everyone else around me. Most likely they’re not but that’s the irrational thought process of my anxiety disorder.
It’s stupid and tiring.