Stress
I've been having my good days and my bad days. Sometimes, I'm fine. Life's nice. I get work done, and I don't feel like there's a constant weight on my chest. But some days, like today, I can't breath. I can't focus. I don't feel like I can do anything. I feel like I need to escape. I've found a good escape - reading. I love books. But I never get anything done, and that just piles up and makes me more stressed. My parents yell at me every time they catch me reading. I've been having a lot of these kind of days lately. I don't know what to do. School is so hard, and I'm working on a project that's so so so important to my life, and my school, and my career. I can't think and I'm really freaking out.
@warmheartedClementine5165
What kind of project is that? Are you going to college and living with your family? I love to read, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with finding an escape with a good book. Like you, I get involved with reading, and dirty clothes and dishes accumulate around me. I think it's a perpetual duty of cleanliness. We are living creatures, so we're going to produce some waste associated with biological living. Every creature does. So, it's got me anxious too when envelopes, paperwork and dirty socks are thrown on top of my weight bench, but the best we can do is the 'normal' thing and just to clean and move on.