Husband : hey my brakes are bad in my truck. Can you take me to work at 4:30 so someone can fix my brakes tomorrow?
Me: I have driven on bad brakes for weeks… one day isn’t going to kill it.
I took him to work. Got an iced coffee. It’s all good.
I found a doctor who would listen and i got the correct type and dose of anxiety medicine and for the first time ever, i laid down and i didn’t think about anything. That sleep was incredible.