This month has been pretty crazy. I have been trying to pack because my boyfriend and I are moving into our apartment July 5th. He has also been away for the past 3 weeks in Quantico, Virginia. He’s my rock when it comes to depression, so needless to say it has been rough. I lived without him before I met him. I can do it. I just really prefer not to. Going to the grocery store for instance, it makes me anxious and there’s too many people there. If I’m with him, I’m not as anxious. Also, my retail job is becoming way too much. I’m not sure if I just am depressed and that’s why I don’t want to work or I just hate it.