A step in the right direction

I’ve been pretty unhappy in the apartment I moved into when Steve and I split.  I was grateful to have it but it was very expensive.  I had not lived in a large complex before and the dog and I did not adjust well to having loud people above us stomping all night and day

Since I met the new boyfriend who lives in Sacramento I have also been backtracking an hour every Friday to go pick up my dog after work and then head back up north. 

An opportunity presented itself for me to move…it’s a cheaper unit, and only a triplex with no one above me.  It’s also north of work so there would be no more backtracking.  It was a no brainer that I was going to take it.  For the first time in a long time I am super excited about something. 

The weekend is finally here….my boyfriend is going to help. Also, my friend is bringing his work truck so I didn’t have to rent one.

It’s a GOOD THING!!!

So WHY the FUCK do I have to be having an anxiety attack?????!!!!!

I hate being me.  This is the dumbest thing ever.  So I guess I’m just not allowed to be excited about things anymore without my body crushing it with nausea and shakes….stupid fucking anxiety.

I was in such a good mood when I woke up…now I’m just trying to make it through my half day at work without being sick.

My boyfriend hasn’t seen full on anxiety girl yet….hope it either passes by the time he gets here or he handles it ok.  I know it will pass…..I know it’s not going to kill me..but damn…can’t I just enjoy something for once?  UGH!!!