Today was my little brother's birthday. I felt bad about not getting him a present.
I thought I would write down my feelings in a series of daily/weekly journal entries, but while writing this one, I don't feel like I have the... something to continue today's entry.
Other than that, my anxiety has returned in spades in the last few days, today I almost screamed while trying to head for our mailbox, the thought of collapsing in the street in the cold was the only thing that stopped me. I'm afraid of it happening at work again.
End of log 1.