I hate this...

I hate this illness that seems to take over and tell me thinngs that I know aren't true. I was in such a funky mood last night. I talked to J. and I kept thinking he was pulling back, and that he doesn't really like me. I feel like I'm moving too fast and that I'll chase him off. I felt last night like everything was falling apart around me, and you know what, it wasn't. It still isn't, but these thoughts are still there. I want them gone. The good news is that I know about my illness and I can handle the situation. Hmmmmm