Shaky as fuck and nauseous. So of course my brain keeps reading it as panic. Because that makes sense. And there’s no rational reason to panic, so it keeps throwing random bits of everything at me to see what sticks.
PANIC ABOUT ALL THE THINGS
Part of me knows that it’s a hangover from having the flu.
The stupid thing is, I’m pretty sure it’s also the new anxiety meds. Haven’t quite adjusted yet. It’s throwing off my sleep and my stomach and my mood.
I just want to have one fucking day where this isn’t a goddamned struggle. Just one fucking day. Is that really too much to ask?
One day where I can sit quietly and just be calm and have the threat of this hanging over my head.