The 10 pounds I lost over the last few weeks are back on. That might be due to the fact that I rate my days by the amount of ice cream I need to survive it. today was a 3 cone day.
I once again feel like all is lost. I had 2 really good days. And today is simply awful. I can't get off the couch. I don't want to move, I don't want to think. I don't want anyone to talk to me. James is gone, I am on my own.
Folding a load of laundry takes more energy than I think I have.
10 min feel like 10 hours.
Crying is no fun and gives you puffy eyes.
The kids practiced their dinner prepping skills and the kitchen is still messy.
I lost my to do list and feel I can't go on without it.
Ridiculous. I know.
I am in survival mode and the house shows.
Laundry. Here I come.
Realizing I was a hoarder was both a shock and a relief. A shock, because nobody wants to have a mental disorder. A relief, because my situation finally had a name. I found people who could relate. Knowing the problem helps solving it. I can step aside and look at the situation from a more neutral point of view. Why am I blogging about it? 2 reasons. 1. Putting my thoughts into words helps me think more clearly. 2. If this helps just one, who is like me, see the light it was more than worth it!
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