I get on my own god damn nerves. And I behaved like an annoying little dog with someone today and I feel… embarrassed… like an idiot… an embarrassed idiot.
My OCD and anxiety are through the roof.
I had a great day. I’ll tell myself (and you) about it tomorrow. With pictures and everything.
Yes, I feel like shit and I still had a great day. That’s what Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Fibromyalgia are like: A great day with festering inner bullshit.