Anxiety

I thought about taking a second anti-depressant today. Not seriously, but the thought did cross my mind. I've been on anti-depressants since late December. I take them for anxiety, but they also help my mild depression. My anxiety level today was higher than it's been since I've started taking the medication (probably, putting aside finals' week). It's been high all week.

It's a combination of things I think. I move back to campus in about a week. I'm not packed yet. I'm still making lists and remembering more things I need to do. I'm fitting in last minute visits with people when all I really want at the moment is 'me' time and sleep. Work this week has been exhausting. The family I nanny for moved to their beach house. (Yes, that's right they have a "beach house".) It's an extra ten minute drive, making the morning commute a solid thirty minutes through about a dozen sets of lights and more traffic than I'm use to. The girl has been staying up later and not sleeping as well, which has created a monster who whines, complains, fall asleep in the car, and has an outrageous attitude. And then, since it's my last full week working for them, many things got planned. They also hung around the house a few of the days this week and worked from there. This drives me particularly mad since I feel watched, scrutinized, and judged. I work an afternoon this weekend too to help out with her birthday party, and then full days (8AM-7PM, that's 11 hours) until I leave. Granted I did this to myself, I told them I was free until then. What was I thinking?