Sunday

I spent the morning in bed then on the sofa, doing not a lot. I realised that I need more of this.
My anxiety has been building up over the few weeks at work, and this weekend when I have thought of work, the anxiety symptoms get worse. I need some time off but looking at the diary last week, the first time I can get off is September. 

Tonight I dropped mum back home and I went for a walk around the harbour; bad move, it was heaving, a cruise ship is in. 

I feel so agitated, I have  crushed a glass in my hand. Feel close to a panic attack. 
I can't do this for much longer.