It’s 1am, I have to be up in a few hours, I can’t sleep. Anxiety is having a field day in my tired but still switched on brain.
Anxiety says, what about those debts you can’t pay, or those job interviews you’ll probably screw up, or the flat you haven’t cleaned, hmmm, let’s dig up several years of stuff that you still don’t know how to resolve, let’s go over all of those things till you want to scream.
ramblingmads 