My anxiety makes me feel like I’m on the edge of the abyss adjoining this world.
My therapist didn’t call today. We had an appointment, nobody informed me we weren’t to meet. I’ll call the crisis center on my own time. Right now I’m fighting sleepiness and anxiety. I went to the pharmacy and it was okay.
Should I be mad? My siblings don’t ever act upset when this happens. They are professional. I don’t know how to complain without getting into trouble so I stay quiet.
I like the therapist okay and I’m willing to work with her. It just takes awhile to get used to a new one and I get a new one every few months.
If only people knew how sick I am…I just look too damn good!
