I just... don't know.

I'm caught up in this fog of anxiety and grief and I don't know anything anymore.

I know all the coping skills, on paper.  I know what's healthy and unhealthy.

This obsession with crochet?  Probably bordering unhealthy.  This booze?  Totes bad.  But hey, the gym and the... uh... well hey that is about it.

Dude.

I'm struggling.