Had a panic attack Saturday night. I was deeply consumed by the fear that everyone in my life pretends to love me in order to receive my support and I will be dropped like a hot rock the minute I fall off the hamster wheel, which will probably be sooner rather than later given the imminent collapse of the U.S. economy.
I dunno though, it's kind of... Comforting, in a way? I can see that the light at the end of the tunnel is actually a train but once it hits, nobody's going to blame me for how I fell apart. Or, they will, but they'll be wrong.