Just that really. I just had one of those days yesterday. Rushing to an appointment. Always rushing. Then saying to myself 'why am I like this'. I am in my 50s.
Feeling overwhlemed. Supposed to see friends for dinner but I had to cancel as main friend had invitted a bunch of other people, including some I hadn't even met. I would need to be 'on form' and I just couldn't face it, the pretending.
Stayed up too late picking the skin on my fingers to pieces worrying and overthinking. Can't sit still, always picking at my fingers or feet. Then shamed staring at my picked fingers/ feet.
Mornings are difficult. Getting out of the house a nightmare. If I have to get a train somewhere, guaranteed I'll be looking it up five minutes before I need to leave. Getting lost is just part of my life. Being in a new building or environment is terrifying - not funny at all as I walk the wrong way out of an entrance and still can't work out where I am.
Applying for jobs and even though I know how long these things take, my application is invariably handed in at 11.59pm on the closing date. Every single time.
House is a mess of clutter but too overwhelmed to tackle it. Procrastinate, delay, avoid.
Half a day can go by and I have achieved nothing.
Hate the summer with its bright exposing light. Prefer a dark room.
On paper, I sound successful. Inside I'm a mess. God knows how I ever got a qualification or a decent job.
Oh yes I do know, staying up late and getting in work by the skin of my teeth, getting by on the adrenalin of the panic mode.
What would a diagnosis achieve? I'm already on anti-depressants. Already in counselling dealing with dysfuctional family issues.
Why can't I learn to be better? I should know by now. It is stressful.
Just rambling now. Any thoughts or insights that could help? Thank you.