I need to sit up. Get off the couch. Take a shower, wash my hair, put on some actual clothes. Eat something. Brush my teeth. Charge my phone. Take my medications. Drink water. Study. Get ready to go.

I’m full of anxiety again. I feel an intense desire to keep myself numb, to stay where it’s warm, to distract myself so I don’t have to think. I’m exhausted. Overwhelmed.

Thoughts are flaring up again, too. It feels like the end of the world and I don’t even understand why.

It’s a Tuesday.