Which means my anxiety is going bananas.
My stomach is killing me, I feel so sick, and can't stop shaking. My bf has disappeared to the pub again on the promise he won't come back steaming drunk (how many times have I heard that before).
I'm so so fed up of feeling this way, its every week now. If I can't let him see his mates once a week then what sort of a girlfriend am I?
I would drive to my mum's but I don't trust myself to get there due to my anxiety.
I want to cry but no tears will come, I've taken my meds but its almost as if my brain is trying to override it