  Today was a long one. I simply just wanted to get out of the house and do something, but my anxiety kept coming in waves. I would make it out to the car then I'd have to turn back and go inside. I know that if I don't go out tomorrow we will be totally out of milk, toilet paper, and printer paper. Aha the necessities of life in a small town. I really want to just quit sometimes. It seems so easy. Yet I always hold on by some thread of hope that tomorrow will be a better day. 
