So the stomach bug seems mostly over. I still am not back to 100% but at least I am not breaking into a sweat after climbing up a flight of stairs. A part of me would prefer to just sit on the couch and watch TV for the next 5 years, but another part of me knows unless I keep going I will be trapped in this mess forever.
I told James that it feels like every time I hit a spot where I feel I am making progress something happens. Like half the family being down with a bug, 6 extra appointments in a week or being a single mom due to James being away on work assignments. It happens rarely enough, but it happens.
New day. New me. I am fit and full of energy. I can do this.
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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