I'm feeling anxious today. I think it's withdrawal from the Zoloft. Stupid pdoc's assistant! I am mad at her!

I called up the front desk and asked to speak to my pdoc directly because I don't want to deal with that lady. I was able to leave a message with the front desk and they called my pdoc, who sent in a script. Sounds good, right? Well... we have lots of snow here and I can't go out to get my meds. The complex is not yet plowed. Not that it matters anyways at this point because the script hasn't been filled yet.

I've been pacing around all day and worrying about stupid stuff, such as, "What if someone was hired to break in and kill me?" or "I hope the building doesn't catch fire." I know that maybe I'm being overly anxious, but I can't help but feel the concerns are legitimate. I know that fresh air would help, but... it's very, very snowy and slippery outside. I just need to catch my breath and stop thinking about so many things right now. It's like there are a billion things I want to do all at once and I can't do them because I'm anxious. (I'm also indecisive.)

I just want to sleep it off, but I don't think I'll be able to. I slept from 6:30pm last night until 4am this morning, so I'm not tired. Plus, I can't stop thinking that maybe I will be attacked by another neighbor/tenant and dragged into their apartment when I turn my back. I don't know why. I just feel like it's going to happen. Stupid anxiety.

Debating if I should leave a voicemail for my therapist, but she's not in the office right now. She's gone for the day. (She starts at 7am and ends by 2:15pm.) Maybe I'll wait until tomorrow if things get worse. It's not like she'll get back to me until sometime tomorrow anyways.