The anxiety just won't quit. I wake up with it hitting me with the force of a freight train. I threw up in the shower this morning because it was so bad. Then I threw up while doing my hair. I threw away half my lunch at work because I simply had no appetite. All because of anxiety. My coworkers are commenting on how quiet I am lately. My norm is to be chatty and boisterous. All I can think about is how anxious I am and how I'm going to get through the day, so I don't talk because it's too much effort.

This is going to be the end of me if it doesn't stop soon.

Oh, that, and I hit a rabbit on the way home from work tonight which made me feel like s---. Nothing I could have done; I was getting on the highway and it ran right in front of me.