As I mentioned in my last entry, last night I cried a lot. I took many tranquillizers to calm myself down, because I didn’t feel like meditating straight in the middle of an anxiety attack.
I fell asleep and had nice dreams. I received three phone calls, the first one was from the psychiatric clinic; today’s appointment with the psychologist was cancelled. Another was from my Internet operator or whatever it is called, I had requested a worker for a home visit so they could fix my Internet connection. We agreed that they are going to visit me tomorrow at six o’clock in the evening. I don’t remember what the third phone call was about.
I spent most of the day sleeping, until I got up, put on the Care Bear pyjama pants and the stripy blouse I had worn yesterday, and went to the library to use the Internet. I paid for my Netflix subscription, and then I went to the cash machine to withdraw some money. Then I went to Citymarket to buy two bars of Marabou Japp chocolate, and two bottles of iced espresso.
Once back home, I was in a better mood than last night. I ate some chocolate and wrote a bit, called my mother, took a shower and scrubbed myself completely.
I feel alright now. Everything is going to be alright.