Y11 D352

I had a rough day yesterday. The anxiety and depression were in high gear. Still are. Couldn't focus on shit. Can't breathe. Not enough humidity. I turned it down when it started to warm up but oops. So I tossed and turned all fucking night. It's been 67 days since life was normal. It's been 67 days since I've gone anywhere other than groceries stores and pet stores. My lights are still flickering. Packages are delayed. Documents need to be written. Scheduled to close on Thursday. Let's see how that goes.