So, online school starts tomorrow and one of my teachers who knows about my anxiety wrote me a very rude message about it, so I was already anxious and trying to stay in a safety bubble, thinking up stories to calm myself from an anxiety attack. My mother burst that bubble and told me I had to clean my room today, which I've already been thinking about. I can't clean my room though, as I have zero energy left in my body at the moment and I'm already exhausted, and it's not even afternoon here.

When I got back to my room I was in the middle of an anxiety attack and used quite a few grounding and distraction techniques. It worked, but got worse again and I managed to prevent four panic attacks over the course of the last 45 minutes.

I usually chew on my lip when I'm anxious, so it was bleeding already, and I ate salt to keep from panicking, so of course my lip now hurts a lot.

My mother intruded on my safety bubble twice again, once again telling me to clean my room, and I managed to gather enough courage to tell her about the almost-panic attacks and that I wasn't in any state to clean.

So of course, her being her, she stared at me for a while and then told me to clean my room to the best of my abilities. She's still expecting me to be able to do something today. This upset me, since she doesn't understand what I mean, and I'm unable to tell her clearly.

So yeah, today's a horrible day and I'm glad that I have therapy the day after tomorrow