My morning quickly found a rhythm. Interview, check in with construction, another interview. I hardly had time to think and thankfully, by the third interview, I had mastered what to say to them when they asked but wouldn't put myself into a situation where they would be offering me their services.
The invitation that both Tara and Winifred had extended kind of haunted me. Did I need therapy? Maybe it would help with my anxiety and paranoia, but I was still of the mindset that it was just going to take time for me to calm down from the state of fear we had lived in for so long.
