I feel so detached from the world. I haven't left my apartment since I came home sick Wednesday afternoon, and I don't know what's going on in the outside world. I can't hold on to the memory of what day it is, there were several times yesterday when I had to argue it out loud to remember that it was still Thursday.

I hate myself for taking time off work this week. I've been taking so much time off the past few months for my depression and anxiety. Some of the dynamics at work have changed, and I feel on edge most of the time when I'm there. It's all my own insecurities, but my anxiety makes it feel so real. I worry so much about my performance that I'm spending more and more time stressing out over everything.

I don't know how much more of this I can take. I need someone to listen to me and to see how badly I'm doing. It's so frustrating.

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