I acquiesce and almost run to take my 'Calm the freak down' pill (Xanex). But only half. I haven't taken it for a few days, and a whole pill may leave me too groggy to make it to class on time in the morning.
I can barely hold on to the names of my anxieties as I reach to calm them down or throw them far from the reach of my conscious mind.
I miss my dog.
I want another dog.
I can't really devote enough time or energy to a dog right now.
Why did it take me so long to realize Lucia could be dyslexic? Why did no one else notice?
What if she's not? How many tests are there available for learning disabilities?
When is the school going to test her?
Why haven't they tested her yet- it's been 24 hours!
Final projects are due next week. I'll miss my classmates- I'll have to work to keep in touch.
Too many bad habits.
Still too much fear.
So many good things, too.
Love my bed.
