~Archangel_Xantam

Figured I'd write some journals to keep my mind occupied.
This whole thing seems so surreal. The changes in life, at least for me, are sudden and I don't feel like I was adequately prepared for the reality of this situation.

As someone who lives with generalized anxiety and panic disorder, I've found that the disruption to norms has upset my ability to manage my anxiety as well as I could before. I think the great number of unknowns and the lack of time-frame for what to expect in the coming weeks is a little much right now. Seems like talking about it helps a bit though.

I think it's mainly being stuck with my family, but also the fact that I'm feeling so isolated that is getting to me. It's been a real wake-up call to the fact that I need to get my shit together and get out of this house as soon as it's possible to do so. Dealing with my parents is only viable in short bursts. Being confined here with them is insufferable.

I'm trying to go into this thinking that I've got at least 8 weeks that we'll have to be trying to get by with restrictions. No idea if that's too long or too short. The thought of that is...unpleasant, to say the least. So I'm going to try to focus on taking this one day at a time.

Stay safe, stay smart