Oh my gosh, I can't take Facebook anymore. Everyone is posting about their loving families and Norman Rockwell Christmases and I feel like some evil gnome for wanting to spend the day without anyone here. Mental illness robs you of so much, but something tells me I'd be feeling this way with or without anxiety.

In the meantime, insomnia has taken over and the dread of calling my mother is setting in badly. I feel nauseous.