I hate anxiety so much. I’ve had it practically my whole life, it’s in my family, and this week it’s been absolutely horrible. First, my freaking psychiatrist denies my medicine refill so I have to fucking go through hell to try to figure out how to force the place to give me medicine, which I eventually do three days later, Monday. But then my freaking apartment loses electricity and water because I’m in Texas and apparently Texas doesn’t give a shit about anyone living here and decides not to learn about past experiences and weatherize our shit. Now I’m forced to gather my shit with the help of my lovely boyfriend and we try to move some of our stuff to my parents for however long the power will be out. But this is stressful and causes me anxiety, so I can barely help out.
Then yesterday I end up getting a headache and it doesn’t go away for hours, which gives me anxiety and I end up crying. Then today our power comes back on in our apt and I have to move all of our stuff alone, but my heart feels like it’s beating weird so I try to nap to make it go away and it doesn’t. And now I’m stressing about this because I can’t just move my fucking stuff because that would be too easy. I’m just so sad and feel alone because my boyfriend is at work today