I said goodbye to my friend the Count this week. I’ve found out I’m 6 weeks pregnant and can no longer take Zoloft. I mean, I could, but scary birth defects and all that.
My life has been literal hell. I’ve had family members question my parenting a lot this week, from my partner’s toxic side but still, it burns a little. I want to lash out and scream. I want to throw my middle fingers up at them and walk away for ever and ever, amen.
I interview for CBT next week, so I guess that’s a plus. Hitting that social anxiety group soon too. It’s probably all a good thing but I really don’t want to go hang out with a bunch of people just as fucked up as me.
My anxiety is reaching catastrophic levels this week and no doubt there will be a blow up, so someone say a prayer for me. Insert sarcastic eye roll.