Yesterday was fine, it was lovely. I was perfectly cheerful. Studied and was productive and all that. Sometimes there was this nagging sadness that tapped on my shoulder but I ignored it and focused on how beautiful the day was. And then night time came…and once it was night it was like my body just flipped out…around dinner at 6 I was already totally stressed…had a drink…wanted more but didn’t want parents to see me drunk or tipsy.
I tried to just watch my shows and read books but I was so anxious nothing stuck. I ended up nauseous and even gagging from stress. Ended up taking 2 klonopin and eventually falling asleep. It’s the trauma work that’s getting me. I knew this would happen. We’ve been working on traumatic stuff in therapy and it’s messing me up.
Today I have work and I’m dreading it. I’m sick of that job. I don’t even know why really as it’s fun, I’m just sick of it. No psychosis, no depression just…this random awful that strikes at night.
Summary: I want to run away from life right now. Want to quit my job. Feel like I can’t ever escape my past.