This has been without doubt the worst year of my life, and it looks like it's going to go out with a bang.
I didn't realize it was possible to live at this level of hyper-anxiety permanently. I wish I could switch off, I wish I could pop a pill, but I refuse to medicate something that is entirely rational, understandable and situational. Instead I am just going to attempt to stop worrying. In essence I am going to take a month off from caring. I am going to let someone else figure out how we're going to get out of this one, or not, we'll just see what happens.
It's not my problem. I am giving up for a month. I am reclaiming my life and my peace of mind.
Maybe I'm broken, maybe I'm free.