The thing about anxiety and depression is they creep up on you. Well, for me, at least. Bad days hit me like a truck and then they don’t go away for a long time. Saturday I felt off. By Saturday night/early Sunday morning I was a wreck. It’s gonna be Tuesday tomorrow and I still feel like absolute shit.
I can’t explain it. I feel like grabbing my purse, my dog, and driving far away. Going somewhere new. Starting clean. But I get realistic and it’s even more depressing. I’m not done with my degree yet. Where the hell am I gonna go and what the hell would I do for money? So, leaving isn’t an option, but staying doesn’t feel good, either.