Keep having the most vivid, realistic dreams that people I love have died. They're so real.
Feel many of my social connections are dying and I'm scared of loneliness.
Finding it hard to cope with the minor shocks of day to day life. Other people being arseholes is unavoidable, I know this, but I am struggling to take it in my stride
Everything feels sort of sinister and threatening and I can't just "be", I'm constantly on edge
Wish they would just let us have Valium like in the 50s cos this sucks
Is it just me? (I'm 42, it might be peri it might not)