I'm not in a good place. I'm so friggin' irritable and easily frustrated. The anxiety attacks are one on top of the other. I want to run away, I want to sleep, I want to be alone, I want someone to talk to, I want someone to actually understand. I'm babysitting my nephew, and I don't have a car seat, plus he's napping. I can't go anywhere...besides if I left, I'd probably immediately start to binge eat. I feel like I need to go to a "safe place". Just somewhere that I can sit around and do nothing or just journal or whatever. I need to get away from the staleness of every day. I need to figure out a plan, a routine, something to keep me out of this vicious cycle. I need to take some xanax...but I really can't take it while I'm watching an infant. So the anxiety will keep on coming until my Mother comes home to relieve me....then I can deal with hearing my own 2 kids fighting non-stop until bedtime. Blah!