I'm sitting in Boulder, and I'm a little too warm. My anxiety today is raging and distracting, and no matter how many things I get done it doesn't seem to want to go away. It's like a little misbehaving animal or something, tangling the pit of my stomach into a knot and smacking me upside the head every time I try to settle down and work.
It wants to grab onto every little thing I encounter and make it into a big deal. Ants. Dishes. Grad school. Work, quitting my job, going on vacation, planning planning planning. Money.
Dear brain, I took my citalopram. I ate. Stop it.
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