Right now I am irrationally convinced everyone hates me.
Ex is 20 minutes late picking me up for the concert we’re supposed to be going to. Why? Because he hates me, of course.
Nurse bullied the doctor’s office into doing my facet joint injection tomorrow, but she scheduled it for the same time as I’m supposed to have therapy. Even though she didn’t know my schedule, she obviously did it because she hates me.
I called NT1.0 to tell her I can’t come tomorrow, but as soon as I said who I was, she said, “I’m gonna have to call you back.” Obviously that means she hates me. Several hours later she hasn’t called back, so she must be REALLY mad.
I know I’m being irrational, but knowing that doesn’t make me feel better. I was so worked up I had to take both of my PRNs (gabapentin and quetiapine). Most of you probably know by now how much I hate taking drugs, but I was seriously afraid I would self-harm if I didn’t. Even after taking them, I’m still retry anxious. I hate this. Why is my brain suddenly mutinying these last few weeks? I hate it.