Stan is having the worst time at work and there's nothing I can do about it. I feel horrible and helpless.
Which on top of my already anxious mind is just not that great.
I'm experiencing an extreme amount of anxiety over the move and moving. I'm supposed to pack my existence away into boxes and put it somewhere in storage and live without it. It's traumatizing. I feel paralyzed by anxiety which is causing depression which is something I cannot afford right now.
I dont even have a therapist to help me out anymore. I'm completely alone.
On top of all this is my dad not being able to find a job. That is killing me and I can't fix that either so I really feel like a piece of shit lately.
I'm honor of this I am going to bed at 7pm. Good night.