I spent the day having anxiety over this thing that I had to be at, where both of them were also going to be.  And a bunch of other people, many who were rather sympathetic to my cause.  Now I can kind of imagine what it’s like for people who live with anxiety disorders.  I spent the day worrying, the time leading up to the event unable to relax, completely on edge, ready to burst into tears at any second, and then after the thing that we all had to be at, which lasted around three hours, I tried to relax and let it go, but my mind went insane some more.

I kept it together but I did not sleep.  I woke up over and over again, each time removing myself from yet another dream that was directly related to the worrying that went on all day.

Important to note:  I did not start any fights.  I may have thrown a few dirty looks.  I may have departed from the drill and chased that bitch down.  (It’s roller derby so it’s kind of allowed.)  I looked good.  I walked away gracefully.