I feel so bad right now. Earlier when I was cooking at my cousin’s house, my anxiety got really bad. I was dripping sweat. So embarrassing! I hate it when that happens. I’m just sitting here staring at the wall, waiting on bedtime. I hope I can get some good sleep tonight. My heart hurts, but my brain is numb. I can’t even muster the energy and interest to watch TV, which is my best distraction from my pain from missing my son so much. I’m just ready for this day to be over. 😓