Spent just over a couple of hours designing and ordering prints for invitations to my 10-year immigration anniversary party. Even though the process was smooth and I rewarded myself with ice cream after, for some reason, I continue to carry the anxiety of a small prey animal.

It's boiling here, and I'm stuck in a loop of nostalgia. Doesn't help either that I haven't had my coffee yet.

Preparing notes for my therapy session. Current mood is: 'my social battery wasn't just drained, someone also crushed it in the machine that makes cubes out of trash'.