Saturday

A bad night sleep, I woke tired.

Went out to the post office to collect a parcel from a friend. One of the gifts inside was this little owl. Now I have two :)

I stopped for a coffee on the way back. I started to feel anxious while trying to read my book. I couldn't breathe properly, I felt jumpy inside. I left and went home. The anxiety grew, my mood dropped and I couldn't sit still. The uncontrollable tears started, and I got scared. Took a handful of diazepam hoping to sleep but couldn't.
The feelings are continuing into this evening. I want to eat but can't, and every time I drink I want to be sick.
I hate dealing with all this alone.
Who knows how the night is going to go.