I was feeling better. I really was. I was smiling for real. I was actually living my life. I felt so normal. I was no longer pulling out my eyebrows. I thought I was better. I thought I had finally found the right antidepressant.
And then on Thursday, I felt extremely anxious that night. I could not understand where this feeling was coming from. Friday was going to be an easy day at work. And yet, I was nervous.
I also pulled at school one day. I am now missing even more of my eyebrows.
Then, on Friday after school, I still felt anxious. I should have been calm. I had nothing going on. I had a break from school.