Worse on all fronts of the war effort.
And it shames me that I'm pretty much back to where I was ten years ago in life.
I've gained tons of life experience and met the most amazing person. Had been working and forcing hard to make it to this one particular point where I needed to be to finally start being okay.
Then I lost everything yet again. Now I struggle to function.
SA-wise, I went from very socially anxious to getting better to severe social anxiety to forcing everything anyway with enormous effort to barely able to function, and now pretty much in total isolation and agoraphobic. Stepping one foot outside makes my skin crawl, my entire body shake uncontrollably, and the thought of it is mortifying. Yet, it's by far not the biggest thing on my plate, so at times, I do force. Simply because something else is way worse, so whatever now.
I am not my rosy self
Left my roses on my shelf