i am so tired.
i just want to sleep.
but i have work to do and i want to get it finished this week while it's quiet.
and i don't want to use up my rapidly-dwindling annual leave, and i don't want to open up the can of worms that is sick leave.
do you remember that one of the main ways my anxiety showed up was my terror of leaving the house or the car unlocked?
last night, late on, i took some rubbish out to the bin. i found my keys in the lock, on the outside of the front door.
i had unlocked the door and failed to transfer my keys to the inside of the door.
it's hard to accept that the one time i actually did something stupid (thank goodness they were still there!) i had no idea of what i'd done.
it's going to be one of those days that i struggle through on willpower alone.
i was ok before yesterday. why do people have to pick at my scabs?