dear diary,

there is that old saying: those in glass houses should not throw stones. I have little to say, I just feel exhausted. I would much prefer just to lay in bed. I would much prefer just to do nothing, I would much prefer not to deal with my problems, it seems just too hard to cope right now. I remember when my anxiety was really bad. I felt that I wasn't ready to do the things that I had to do, and it was excruciating to have to force myself to do them. Everything was in a rush, everything was urgent. I was wearing myself out, and I knew that I wasn't even working in an optimal fashion.

Now?

I don't know.

I need to get out of bed, prepare for the day and then face life.