I called in sick today because I don't know how to explain to someone that I'm calling in anxious. I guess that my anxiety is a sickness of sorts, so I wasn't being untruthful. And Blair seemed okay with it, so I don't have to feel guilty (I'm trying to make myself believe that).
On a more positive note, my birthday was amazing. It didn't pull me out of the sadness like I hoped it would, but it made me feel so important and so loved. I am incredibly blessed to be surrounded by so many good friends, and even though it looks like this wave of uneasiness won't ebb any time soon, I know that they will uphold me through it.