I don’t feel real or alive. Numb on the outside. Inside I don’t know. Turmoil? Sadness? Fear?
I’m so tired. Exhausted. Moving is a challenge but a necessary one. I want to escape into a bed fort.
It feels like everyone can read my thoughts. Everyone can see all my private stuff on my phone. Everyone is laughing at me for being so pathetic. I know this isn’t true but I still feel it.
I considered texting Andy and asking him to try and come home a bit earlier. I wrote the text but didn’t send it. Hes supposed to be having a drink with a friend tonight and I really want him to go because I’m worried he’s depressed. He’ll also start making rules and predictions and put pressure on me so Ineed to get through.
My hands are cold and have pins n needles. I didn’t go to DBT. They rang because it’s so out of character so I told them I was tired.
I am so so tired.