Anxiety

a word that sucks ass

Pretty much I've been going crazy under stress that I shouldn't have and shit I shouldn't have to deal with. Robert's girlfriend being here 35% of the time when she's supposed to have gone away to college. Being locked down in this house because I refuse to get a car, one lane driveway on a main road doesn't allow two cars very well. Sitting and rotting in my room, waiting for the day this shit ends.

Well the stress has been breaking me. Insomnia to the point that I -must- pass out to sleep, disjointed and rare eating, broken grammar, random dyslexia, loss of balance, swaying, constant movement, talking to myself, slowed typing and broken reflexes, feeling weak and tense, forcing myself into isolation, constantly losing weight, random nervous breakdowns, quivering at mere noises... All probable symptoms but fuck if I care.

Thank god for family.

Thank fucking god.

Tim came over with anxiety pills today, his own. Herbal stuff, not any heavy medication because that would be a bad idea. Even with one...

I can finally breathe.
I can fucking breathe again, I feel like I've been released from hell.

30$ for 60 pills. Minor price to pay, though, for a feeling like this....