It seems like I am spiralling "there" again. I am trying to stop it, by not isolating, but being around people right now, just causes me to panic. I keep telling myself this too shall pass. But I guess lack of sleep makes it difficult to think clearly. Some days all I can do is cry and lay in bed, but deep down I know I have to get moving and get out of the house. It is like part of me doesn't want to get better and is sabataging recovery. Not sure if that makes sense.