I’m having a bad day/week/month/year. Today was extra bad because I’m sick. I decided to try to cheer myself up with some self care and comedy. I had saved a new show from one of my favourite comedians for over a year. I decided tonight I deserved that treat. The show ended up being about rape, and while it was insightful, wholesome and funny it made some things click from my own experience that I was not ready to deal with and now my brain is broken and fixating and destroying me. Thanks to a raging party next door, I can’t sleep and aim to handle it better tomorrow. I feel stuck. I feel like tearing my own skin off. I feel like the anxiety is making my chest cave in. Ughhh. 

Rant over.