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[the_rck]

Every so often, I start thinking that my anxiety isn't a big deal, that it doesn't really stop me from doing things. Then something comes up that reminds me that, no, it's not that my anxiety isn't a big deal; it's that my life has gotten so very small. I'm happy most of the time, so I forget.

This brought to you by the fact that I need to take the bus downtown to the library to pick up a hold for Cordelia and can't get myself out the door. The weather's nice. I've taken this bus many, many times. I'm just going to the library and (I hope) out to lunch. What's the big deal? I just can't face it. I'll probably put it off until Friday when I can't put it off any longer.

It might help if the hold was something that I felt good about getting for her. It's not. It's the DVD of the second Percy Jackson movie. She wants to see just how bad it is. I will be stuck watching it with her.

ETA: I've just realized that I have a good reason not to run errands today-- I'm waiting for a phone call. I'd forgotten about that. It would have been bad if Neighborhood Roofing called while I was out and about. We need to get that settled as fast as we can.

Comments

[cereta]

{{hugs}} Some days are just bad. You wish you could kick the day in the knees or something.

[the_rck]

Thanks.

The thing that gets me the most down is that the day's perfectly good as long as I'm not thinking about going out. Once I realized I shouldn't go until after the phone call, the day got so much better. Life is really very, very good when I don't need to challenge myself. It's just that not challenging myself makes my life very small, just me and my house and my family and my laptop.

[evalerie.livejournal.com]

*hug*