I got called out on being late.  Which is understandable, since I showed up 45 minutes after I was supposed to, without calling, without providing any in-person explanation, etc.

I’ve been worried about this happening for months, and of course my supervisor was much more understanding than my nightmarish fears predicted, and of course I’m still traumatized anyway.  I bought two… or possibly three alarm clocks at Target on my way home.  I think it’s three.  I have no idea if they’ll help.

And yeah, this totally did lead straight into ideation and the whole 9 yards.  Been near tears for a few hours.

I hate that this was so freaking predictable and that there’s no way I can guarantee it won’t happen again tomorrow.  My brain stinks.