Woke up from a nightmare in which Mike Ehrmentraut was following me around for allegedly shoplifting. It was already so hard to go to sleep. I need it for today, my friend will be here at 8:30, body please...
I have been so tense and anxious over the sense that maybe I've made a horrible mistake and prioritised the wrong things. I hate this stomach-pit feeling... gotta suck up my choices though.
It will pass - moving house is a big life change. You done the right thing - just the process remains and that has an end date. Hopefully then you can relax a bit and do something nice for yourself as a reward.
It's been hard to shake the feeling that I'm going backwards with this - but I think I'll come out ok on the other side if I don't dwell on the negatives...
It's absolutely the major topic of our conversations! There's some heavy shit underneath it all. Already onto my sixth session next week... without any of that support I think I'd have had a breakdown