I drank last night and I woke up with anxiety. I’m thinking that’s not a coincidence. In the aspect that it was fight or flight kind of anxiety not just ugh I don’t feel right anxiety. Am I even making sense? I’m irritable too. But that could be the anxiety. I just don’t know. It’s another beautiful day out and I’d like to enjoy it. I’m just all over the place today. I went to church that did help. Then my husband got on my nerves. Why is it those closest to us are the ones we want to take it out on? I also keep thinking I want to write a book but about what?