I am having such an anxiety attack right now. Feels like my worst one to date. We've been packing, and at this point I don't see the point of keeping anything. So overwhelmed, and to top it all off my mom keeps asking me about her stuff. I don't even want to look in her room. Everything is out but nothing has been gone through. I even took an Ativan. We rented a junk bin and the only reason I haven't filled it with my books and art supplies is because I'm too tired to pick any more shit up. I'm such a failure, I can't complete tasks, my mom's voice is driving me crazy, and we are supposed to move rhe couch and chair into the pod today. They are both fucking heavy... I don't get what's the point of me when I'm so useless.