I am writing up a report that is due the day after tomorrow. I have left it until the last minute so it’s making me anxious and it’s a bit confusing so it’s making me think. As a result, I cannot stop picking at my skin. This is making my hands dirty so I keep needing to wash them because I don’t want to dirty my keyboard. It is also making my skin gross so I keep needing to wash my face. Each time I say it will be the last but as long as I am still working it won’t be. I am typing this with my two remaining clean fingers before I go wash up.
Personal experience of how a world can fall apart due to mental illness.