talk me down off the ledge

getting a panic attack about once a day when i think about the fact that yaakov lost his job and i'm in school. mad guilt. but i won't quit, that's stupid. just have to push forward, and it doesn't help when i feel like i'm being watched by everyone at every turn; that people are just waiting for me to screw up. there's no room for error and i all i want to do is sleep/cry/run. and i have to be there for my boo.