I have trouble getting out of bed in the morning. Not physically... but mentally. It's not that I'm lazy or that I have nothing to do.
One if the most important things to me in my life has to be my 3 cats: Bandit, Tiger and Max.
When I'm feeling down I seem to get lost in my imagination... I guess this is a coping mechanism of mine. I imagine myself in a different life, whether feasible or not.
I'm not the kind of person who takes everything to heart, who can't take a joke or takes everything literally. But sometimes if somsome says something to me in a certain way or in a certain situation it makes me angry or emotional. I don't know if it's because of my anxiety or depression or something else, but I can't control it.
Like most people (I assume), everything that I have ever worried about, anything that has ever gone wrong, or any mistake that I have ever made (and trust me there are some big mistakes!) comes into my head and demands that I over analyse them.
I've been thinking about starting a blog for a while now. I've been toying around with different blog ideas and I always chicken out at the last minute. While not being able to sleep last night its all I could think about. Even if no one reads what I write, I think it will be a way to 'get things off my chest', because that's one thing that I'm really bad at... talking about how I'm really feeling.