Struggling today. I drove all the way to Lagrange, 20 something miles, and got a case of social anxiety. I just couldn't muster up the courage to go inside. I got it in my head that I was going to be accosted at tonight's meeting. Accosted over not having a dollar to put in the basket. It is kind of bad night with me running out of cokes and the replacements are in my parent's garage. Dad is at work and mom spends every Monday night visiting with an elderly family friend.
Mental Illness ebbs and flows. I've had some really good days lately -- so good, I almost thought I was cured. Tonight serves to remind me I'm not out of the woods yet. Bad days happen. I've tried to do too much today. I am now going to spend some quality time online -- my Google reader backlog is getting ridiculous. I shouldn't do these frivolous updates either. I've got to put more effort into my writing and not make this a boring "day in the life" blog. It just feels good to write and share -- addicting almost.