You know the feeling where you get so ridiculously anxious over such little things that you just…
Sometimes I feel like it’s not real. Like I’m making it up for attention.
Like, today I crossed the street while reading a book and someone told me “Really? You’re crossing the street.”
It’s a valid comment and I really should have been looking where I was going but today was a day for reading and enjoying myself and ignoring the world around me and for relaxing and now here I am.
Still not over it.
There’s clearly something wrong.
I’m going crazy.
Time for a check in with the family doctor maybe.