My fiance left for a 6 day fishing trip. I thought I'd be OK, but I'm NOT. He was waiting for the guys to pick him and I started crying! Not sobbing, just rolling tears. Right before he left I said, "I'm not crying because you're leaving, I'm crying because I'm afraid to be alone. I know what can happen. If I text you that I am going to [city], come home." He's like ....huh? "That's the nearest psych unit." Oh.
Crying is past. Typing everything out has calmed me, but I'm really about to lose it. Dizzy, blurred vision, shortness of breath, headache. ........
I'm back. Couldn't stand up, got my lovely amazing service dog to help me into the bathroom and take some clonazepam.
I feel like ****. And this is only the first HOUR.