struggling

having a really rought time again, but I don’t know why. i’m throwing every coping skill I have at the overwhelm, but I just want to curl up and cry. i know crying would help, but i can’t seem to let the tears fall.

I should have gone to bed…

I should have gone to bed when L did. I wasn’t tired at the time though. I thought I could watch tv for a bit then head to bed when I was tired, only now the panic has set in.

Just gotta breathe and head to bed. It’s just L & the cats in there (and the reptiles…). I’m safe. It’s 2015. I’m an adult. The dogs are in the living room. We are the only ones who live in the apartment. It’s 2015. I’m 36. I am safe. It’s all good…