this morning #681.

this morning, every little task aimed at getting her ass out the door & off to work gave her anxiety. having to do her hair. choosing what to wear. remembering to take her pills. filling up her cat’s food dish. taken individually, none of these were all that difficult but they kept coming at her, one after the other. it put her on edge. she kept checking the time, as if there would come a point when she’d realize that there simply weren’t enough minutes for her to complete her routine. she’d have to shove food in her mouth & toss all the necessary items in her bag. make sure all the doors & windows were locked and then check again. hurry out the door & implore god’s help with the traffic situation.