So I'm leaving a group that I was in for about 2-3 years. I was doing well in it...but I don't know. I don't know why, but it made me anxious to be there. The people were really nice, we worked for some good causes, and they still do, but, like most groups I've been in, I felt the need to leave. I felt like I had to run, like a caged horse or something. I kept feeling this innate fear that I had to leave, I had to get out, I had to go...and I don't know why. I've done this before, for the same reasons. Not to say that there aren't/weren't some good reasons behind it, but that fear is still there.

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And how to fill the hours of a day? I wake up every morning with this unnamed anxiety and dread. What scares me sometimes is trying to figure out how I'm going to fill the hours of a day without going mad. Sometimes I just look forward to the end of the day so I can sleep and waste time sleeping. Now I know how Mrs. Dalloway felt.

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Hope everyone out there is ok.