I see my therapist on Friday, and I haven’t done anything I was supposed to do over the last few weeks before our appointment. It was all anxiety-related stuff, and I haven’t even given it a second thought. I’ve been too preoccupied with the building anxiety over the voices and Bree instead.
I think it’s safe to say the weird mood I’ve been in for over a month has completely and utterly dropped. I can’t even remember what it was, but something made me snap the other day and I’ve felt awful since. Or maybe I’ve just slipped into the depression-side of this hyperactive episode – I did that last week. I was fine all day, and that night and for the next two days I went to overdose multiple times before falling right back into the ridiculous mood again. I don’t know.
In the last couple days I’ve been hanging on by a thread, though. I’m terrified of the Angels doing anything else to my family because I won’t listen, so I’m constantly on edge waiting for something to happen because of how ignorant I’ve been over the past week.
My mum knows about why I relapsed now, and no doubt she’ll bring it up to my therapist and psychiatrist because I won’t stop thinking this way. I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone at all. Great. This is going to end well.