It's been a ride. Yesterday I woke up with a lot of anxiety and got terrible fear that my mom was going to die because she was going to another city for an exam. Accident or sickness. I cried in the kitchen then I put to work. Stressful day but nice night. I called my therapist (the second one, not the psychiatrist) for a las goodbye and he congratulated me and told me how proud he was of me and I was flying.

Today I woke up more anxious but I did my prayer and excercise and I was better. Then my mother and brother started to complain about muscular pain and I had full blow attack that they got Chikungunya and who is going to take care of us if we all fall sick and can't move and my mother is already in her golden years and and

Better now but still anxious. Ashamed of stil feeling anxious and guilty because I feel guilty and don't enjoy the gifts of life. I want a hugh and somebody to talk to.