This week has been filled with anxiety.

Not anxiety over something interesting.

Not anxiety for something at work.

Just anxiety because my brain hates me.

Yesterday I spent the evening on curled up on the sofa with blankets over my head (but just my head, because it’s warm and humid here in Mo-town).

Today, I feel like crap.

My brain is in a fog and I’m filled with self-loathing, but I’m going to work, because staying home in bed feels like giving up, giving in.

So, this is really just a note to tell you all I’m here and alive and I’m taking it one day at a time.