My irrational work anxiety has gotten worse. It actually started yesterday morning after waking. I don’t know if I’m afraid of messing something up and being fired, the fact I don’t make much money or knowing I’m going to be bored all day everyday. I’m snapping at my kids.
I woke up late today and I tell at them to hurry up. It’s my fault. And all I have to do is get up on time. But I don’t.
I have nothing to look forward to. I need to find something to be thankful for and drill it into my head.