my friend was supposed to come visit me today and we had this whole thing planned out and i cleaned the house real well, but then he heard news of a shooting a mile from his house and we both agreed that staying home would be safer. And yet despite knowing that it's not about me and that he's not coming over because of safety concerns, i couldn't help but take it super personal. i woke up at 7am to that text and then immediately had nightmares about it when i went back to bed for a few hours. It seriously ruined my day but i don't have anyone to tell that to, I guess. It just really sucks because i thought i was doing better with my diagnosis and everything, but the second the smallest thing happens to me, it feels like I'm falling right back into the deep end.