No, I did not die in a fiery crash. I just got wiped out by anxiety. When you're coming down from a panic attack, you know that when the adrenaline wears off, you become unable to function. After yesterdays drive, I was pooped.

The appointment wasn't worth the drive. I got lost on the way-fuck construction-and on the way back I had a death grip on the wheel.

So that's my little update. Thank y'all so much for all the encouragement, and for reassuring me that this isn't a rare occurrence.


Just pissed that I couldn't get anything done today. And at the stress I'm under.

Really want to post something positive with lots of gifs-but I can save that for tonight.