I really am at the end of my rope. I try so so so hard to live normally. Every day lately has been torture and I can't take no more. Everytime I build myself up I fall right back down.
For example , today I went to the mall, had lunch with my mum and had a pretty good time. I tried to forget my paranoia and just enjoy the day and then what happens? I get D at the mall of course! sometimes I feel like everything is against me. Everyday there is something new for me to worry about.
Before going out today, I knew full well of the SV that is going around, but I went out anyway. Now all I can think of is "what if I got it?" and I keep going over all the slip ups I had: using a public toilet, not washing my hands before eating (the meal was with a knife and fork) and so so many more.
Sometimes I truely don't want to be alive anymore. This phobia is robbing me of my spirit. This isn't living.
I guess I have another night of waiting to see if any symptoms come.