Awake

I suck at sleeping, especially if I'm not I'm my own bed.

Yesterday was my Grandma's funeral. It was nice. I was anxious all day. I'm guessing it was caused by the large amount of family I would have to interact with. And of course it turned out that there was definitely family drama. Ugh

So now I'm awake, fighting off a panic attack. I miss my Seany, Lola and my comfy bed.

Psalm 91 is my comfort