While evaluations and other forms of feedback invariably raise my anxiety level to dangerous levels I still had a good day----mostly. Once I got the dangerous thoughts out of my head, at least they stopped dominating my thoughts.
Truth is, I should be doing something else. But at 56 with large bills and no savings I'm likely stuck. Plus with the lingering depression, even though I'm much better, I feel like damaged goods.
Still today wasn't bad.
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