Writer’s Block

Words don’t come easily these days. I’m suffering from some kind of writer’s block, which ultimately is only a symptom of problems in other parts of my life. And the blog isn’t the only way it manifests: my last therapy session was the one I posted about in April and I haven’t written to my therapist either in the meantime. We talked on the phone briefly when he had to cancel my appointment in May due to staff shortage at the hospital, so he has a vague idea that I am not too peachy, but despite a few attempts I could never finish an email even though trying really hard – I can’t put into words what exactly the problem is or what he could do to help me. Same goes for my husband. He asks me to talk to him about it, but I just don’t know what to say. I don’t know where the root of the problem is and I don’t know what to do to make things better – all I can tell him is that I am increasingly suffering from university-related anxiety, but that’s something he can tell without me pointing it out to him.
Yesterday, I woke up two hours prior to the time the alarm clock was set for, and the thought of going to class filled me with such dread that I burst into tears and ended up staying at home. Today was hardly better, just less teary, and even though I left for class, I just ended up counting down the minutes until I could go home again. On the outside, all I have to do is sit there and take notes, nothing more, but inside me there is so much anxiety that even that leaves me completely exhausted after two hours.

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