quietly crying

So far this has been a rough rough day. I am so sick of being kicked around by health services. I feel a bit better after my cry in the "quiet room" at the WRC, but not perfect. I hit a mind space today that I haven't been to in a while. The place where I don't sleep, I feel worthless, I don't eat, and am incapable of functioning. And then I got a fifty on my Bee Keeping paper. Bee Keeping!

Now the plan is to go to the gym, to breath a little, and then to sit around and watch Box Model tonight. I don't know what to do when my own existance starts to be the cause and root of my stress.