Thats how I felt most of Monday, I am really struggling with my anxiety and I keep hoping it is going to go away.
I managed to distract myself for a time, with planning a day out in London some time next year.
But the intrusive thoughts kept hitting me, it is really tough to get through anything.
I managed to do all my cleaning, keep on top of emails, so that is one thing, but it takes so much energy that it took 3 times as long to do them.
I keep hoping its going to get better and I have a shit ton to do today (Tuesday) especially going out and on Wednesday Monkey has his summer club, so I need to get him there and pick him up again.
I just wish it would fuck off and leave me to my life, I just feel so trapped and its not a good way to live.