
i think i need help.
i just ran to sainsburys at top speed because the thought of being drinkless when they stop serving panicked me so intensely.
i spent my bus fares for the morning.
when i got home i was sweating.
i thought that being sensible for a bit meant it was behind me but it isnt.
i am still OK, still dooing well mood-wise.
it isn't self-medicating, it isn't fun, it isn't an attempt to block out my emorions- i am trying to deal with them.
it's need.
really
need.