The anxiety has boiled over. Friday I hardly ate.Saturday I couldn’t stand the dogs. Every little thing they did annoyed me. Poor dogs. Yesterday was sensory overload. The noise. And smells. And my clothes. And breathing. Today
I always rehearse in my mind what it would sound like and what my reaction would be if I heard, ‘it’s back.’ The thing is, I know it’s irrational…I wouldn’t hear about it during