These days it's sleeping 12+ hours and binge watching Breaking Bad on Netflix. I think about all the work I need to clean up my disastrous apartment, the anxiety shoots sky high, and then I find myself back in bed, exhausted. I see my psychiatrist tomorrow, but I'm not holding out much hope for that 15 minute appointment.
I had a very stressful semester during which my PTSD was triggered (stabbing at the high school right next door), and before that, a stressful summer with my mum nearly dying and my brother-in-law being diagnosed with stage 4 cancer, and being bullied at work. The community library is there as well, and I was there to get a book just an hour before the stabbing took place. Sirens galore, no end to the EMS vehicles, and then 2 helicopters flew low right over my apartment. Plus the school alarm kept ringing and PA system kept announcing over and over that the school was in lockdown. That went on for over 3 hours. A 14 year old girl was randomly murdered by some guy who went psychotic after doing drugs. I just pushed myself so hard to get through the semester and finish my practicum at a preschool, and when my schedule went from crazy busy to nothing for Christmas break, I crashed. While I was trying to get through the semester, my apartment was the least of my worries, so I really let things slide. When I hear sirens or see EMS vehicles my anxiety goes from 0-10 in seconds.