I am not in class right now. I should be. I should be in Movement for the Actor by John Grahm. I should be stretching and viewpointing and creating shapes and contributing to the energy of the class. But I'm not. I couldn't make myself go, even after John told me I'm not going to fail.
I have a paper due in Philosophy. I couldn't write it when I sat down to it last night. I probably won't go to that class today, either.
I thought I had come so far. I felt better about school this semester. I took easy classes, ones that are exciting and fun and about things that I love. I haven't had more than two panic attacks a month since January. So why is it too much all of the sudden?
I am not yet strong enough to do this on my own. And I feel so alone. I feel so overwhelmed and helpless and so very alone.
I don't know what to do.