I’m not sure what’s going on, but the last month has been a fucking nightmare. My meds aren’t working first off, and I’m so fucking edgy I have to walk away from people all the time, my family included. On top of my meds not working, my oldest daughter has me so fucking full of anxiety over her getting a divorce and trying to raise a 2 year old and being broke and not knowing what she’s going to do, barely living paycheck to paycheck, yet she’s going on a vacation next week to Atlanta with a co-worker to just get away for a while… my youngest daughter lies, all the fucking time, about everything, and the scary part is, I don’t think she knows she’s doing it. She’ll eat a banana, throw the peel on the floor and when her mother or I tell her to pick it up, she’ll respond with “why, I didn’t eat the banana”. I want to slap the fucking taste out of her mouth and scream at her I JUST FUCKING WATCHED YOU… but I can’t, because we have to be sensitive with the baby in the family… I can’t even tell her to turn her fucking YouTube volume down without getting some kind of side eye glare from my wife. On top of the meds not working, and the anxiety through the roof causing little panic attacks I’ve found myself dwelling on all the bad shit I’ve done in the past, like thinking so long and hard about shit I did when I was a rotten fucking kid myself that it causes more panic attacks. I don’t beleive in midlife crisis, I think that’s an excuse for an easy way out of admiring fault or guilt, I’ve done some stupid shit in my 40 years and I’ll take 100% of the blame, but Jesus Christ, why am I thinking about it so much now?? None of it bothered me ever before! I gotta get my fucking head right, sorry for the rant, it’s not like I can confess to my wife or daughters that I’m a closet nut job…