Monday

The day at work was good, productive and calm.

As I walked up the street on the way home the anxiety started, felt my heart pounding, I was shaking and felt sick.
Got home and the tears started and wouldn't stop.

I don't know how to cope with this. As I write this at 11.10pm I have taken so much medication it should have knocked me out, but no.
I want all of this to stop.

A desperation blip on the way home.