miseryandthesun wrote:Ex asked me to go to her friend's funeral and I really couldn't say no to that. The date falls almost exactly on the anniversary of a friend of mine's suicide.
She couldn't bring herself to go at the last minute. We went back to her house and I had the worst panic attack I've had since I can remember. My entire body went completely numb and I really felt like I was going to die.
She sat down and rubbed my back while I came out of that and we watched daytime television on her couch for a while. After I got my shit together she made me some breakfast and asked me to go to Baltimore with her on the weekend. It felt good and then I remembered what kind of problems we were having so I got up and left.
Now I'm home and surfing EA forums because this computer chair is a major comfort zone and I'd probably implode if I attempted to tackle any of the issues that are eating away at me.
But here's the plus side:
My room is super clean.
Ya know, it might sound odd, but in situations like these, I generally try to keep my room super clean. It somehow keeps me calmer. Also, make sure you get sunlight in your room. Very important. Stay sane, man.
