It takes EVERY fucking fiber of my being to drag myself to work, to be social, to get out of bed, to do the dishes, to not smoke, to not let my insecurities overtake all my interactions,  but I'm trying. I'm doing it. Sometimes I fail but I'm not going to stop trying. I'll keep going to work. I'll keep working on my insecurities. I'll keep talking myself through my fears. Sometimes I fail so hard but I know I need to get a grip... I know there's only so much people can take. There's only so many times I can call in sick. There's only so much mess I can let pile up before someone calls me out for it. There's only so much comfort a person can give me before it starts to take a toll on them. I owe it to myself and everyone in my life  to do better.