Very quiet over here. Hope everyone is okay.
Heading to bed now at 5 am. Have to be up by 11 am. Finished my readings at least for yesterday. I am so unmotivated in school at the moment. Feel like I’ve lost my passion for academia. But I’m in too deep and my PhD program only accepted six people for my cohort so I don’t want to chicken out. Might as well finish the degree. I still got four more years to go.
I started planning my birthday trip to Ottawa. I already have a word document (only one page though) with approximate time stamps and places I would go to for all three days. That includes where I’d be having lunch and dinner, too. It reminds me of Amy Santiago from Brooklyn 99. I’m such an anxious person and planning is how I cope I guess. But I’m also worried if it comes off as too much.
Extremely anxious that I am too affectionate or planning (like not evil planning, just meticulous with my calendar) or overwhelming/annoying to my partner because I talk a lot and boy, isn’t he the most introverted person I’ve ever seen. We’ve gone over this and he said he really prefers me taking the reins because he’s awful at expressing things verbally and initiating/planning things. I know he’s sincere but I really do not want to become overbearing. My anxiety is my worst enemy.
I started becoming very superstitious lately and am irrationally fearful of being abandoned out of the blue - by anyone important to me. I’m trying to see my aunt for Christmas but she hasn’t bought tickets yet and it’s making me feel so vulnerable and anxious. I haven’t seen any of my family in flesh since early 2019. I’m at my wit’s ends.
Sorry I’m posting a lot. I’m trying really hard not let my mental illnesses win but those fuckers are so mean to me.