i had a really bad time of anxiety today.

first my book came apart, and i was on the floor picking up pages (which got to me because i was lending it, and was meant to be looking after it)

then i found out that someone i needed to contact has her emails down, and so i needed to phone her to bring something round. after shaking for an hour, and convincing myself it was a trap/ i wouldn't get what i needed anyway, and going through about 50 sinarios of bad things that could happen with the phone, i convinced myself i can't do it and i'll have to wait.

but i want to do it tonight. i probably will end up not doing it, because i'm really bad with the phone. but yeah.. i now feel really guilty for being really anxious over nothing- over something someone without anxiety would have no problem with

why can't my anxious mind just let me be *frowns*