Work is shit. Am off this week but have spent the week in a state of constant low level stress because I know I’m back next week. Am desperately trying to find another job but a combination of factors are making that tricky at the moment. As I’m on holiday my anxiety is filling up all the space in my brain usually filled with work, and I’ve managed to convince myself I’ve got cancer. And that I deserve it because of my one-cigarette-a-day habit that I am struggling to break. I find being off work almost more exhausting than being at work. Because at least when I’m at work I’m not constantly imagining what my funeral would be like.
Have been on medication for anxiety before but don’t have the emotional energy to make a drs appt. can’t make drs appts during term time as having to get cover is too stressful, haven’t managed to make an appt this week as I’ve had DCs with me the whole time and it didn’t feel appropriate to discuss it in front of them. Also don’t want to risk having time off with stress when I just want to get the hell out, as I worry it would affect my reference.
I am so tired. Tired of being anxious. Tired of working full time. Tired of intrusive thoughts. Tired.