I asked my wife for permission to abandon all responsibilities for a weekend, because my mind, quite frankly, is mush, and my anxiety is playing in that mush like a toddler in a puddle.
I declared I would start a new sewing project on Saturday morning.
Ironed my fabric. Printed the pattern. Went to look for dye. Got distracted and came home with new fabric and dye for the new but not the original fabric. (It'll be a wearable mockup!) Assembled the entire pattern, which is over 60 pages, while the new fabric got washed, dyed, rinsed, washed and dried. Ironed the new fabric. Did my very first ever waist adjustment on a pattern. Ignored how much tape I've been going through. Arranged and cut out all the pattern pieces from the fabric, and...
I took breaks. I rested. I ate. I had water. I sat down where I could and tried to work ergonomically where I could and knew how. The anxiety has quieted a lot, but I'm exhausted and several parts of my body are just made of pain.
I've not even cut my interfacing yet.