Dear Diary,
I'm putting in my shifts for June. I'm catching up with emails. My anxiety is blighting my sense of positive feeling. There are many things I should be positive about. Instead I feel physical discomfort and a sense of guilt. Why do I always feel guilty? I don't understand what I should feel guilty about.
I am currently listening to Schubert's Piano Sonata 21. First movement. I like Schubert. I need to admit when I don't know about stuff.
That woolich situation is making me feel very sad. I sincerely hope the terror alert doesn't go up at work. Fuck. It probably would.
I need to focus on the good stuff - there's so much to look forward to. job interview on Wednesday, induction with the Sentinel on Wednesday. Going out for dinner today with my two best friends, going to a gig tomorow with another of my oldest and bestest friends.
Fucking anxiety its killing me.
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