13,205 Days Alive
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I had to talk myself down from a panic attack at work today. A work friend got fired and all I could think was that I was going to be fired, too. I’m not fired. I’m still employed. But gods was it a tough day.
We were supposed to cook today but never got the spoon with which to do the dishes first. So drive through dinner it was.
The weather, in Esperanto the above-mentioned “vetero”, has been exceptionally nice as of late. It was a little rainy going home, but nothing like the summer deluges we’ve been getting at about four o’clock.
I need to learn to let go of my anxiety sometimes. And I really need to work on my self-worth. Today was one of those days where I had to force myself to eat. I didn’t feel like I deserved to take up space, to exist, etc.
I’m still working on Papa Tom’s Buffalo Plaid Blanket. I’m about a third the way done with the body of it. I have to ask Papa Ben if he has any favorite numbers, when I can.
I’m noticing a downward swing to my mood, despite having an awesome New Friend in my life! It’s frustrating. I want to be happy, upbeat. All I can manage is to dial it up a bit, but then I feel exhausted after.
Speaking of exhausted, I should get to bed.
Take your, folks.
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