It's always the relatively minor stuff that makes me completely lose my shit. I hope you got good sleep, Steph.

Steph, I hope you have a better day, today. If it helps you feel better, maybe picturing yourself nut-punching Donald Trump would help alleviate the anxiety. Even if it doesn't help you, know that you would be making many of us very happy by leaving us with that mental image for the day.

Thanks for checking in, Steph - was thinking about you last night. I have no wise words, but I do have lots and lots of empathy.

I hope today is a better day.

I hope today is a better day for you, Steph.

Teppy, I hope you slept well.

My mother just showed up with breakfast and a latte. Best mother ever.

Teppy, I hope the night's sleep has helped some.

I do like the thing that's been going around on Tumblr, where you picture Donald Trump as the voice of your depression or anxiety. So when he says, "No one likes you," you can say, "Shut the fuck up, Donald," and it feels good.

Props to mom, sj!

Tep, I hope a night's rest has smoothed the feels out even a little bit.

And let me add, I really admire you for working (as in job-work) through a major depressive-anxiety episode? Even though the self-doubt ducks are gnawing away at you, you're still doing it (and I am positive you are doing it well), and I know full well that it is SO HARD.

I tried and failed, rinse and repeat, until I had to stop trying for a good long while, so I am giving you ALL THE PROPS.

You're working, you're socializing, you started improv -- that's actually really some badass "Fuck you, depression aand anxiety!" you've got going on.

It will get better, I promise. It's hard to judge actions from the inside of a d/an x tornado, but from my POV, you're working hard and doing better than you might think.

I didn't sleep great, and I woke up several times thinking that the clothes hanging on the bedframe were a severed horse's head. Which I know sounds like I'm trying to be funny, but it was SUPER real at the time and scared the shit out of me, but I didn't want to wake Tim up because I was sure the horse's head would freak him out, too.

I didn't get enough sleep, and I tried to go back to sleep after I woke up at 7, but my brain is running at a million miles an hour and I can't.

So, not really doing any better, plus exhausted. But I genuinely appreciate everyone's concern. A lot. Thanks, everyone.

I feel like the "best" damage control I can do is figure out how to live with this level of constant worry and sense that something else horrible is going to happen at any minute. People do, right? People live with this, so it has to be possible. I just need to figure out how to do it.

When's your next therapy appointment? This sounds like the perfect thing for a therapist to work on.