I am at the laundromat. The boys left this morning, My apartment seems so much bigger now that they’re gone. I have a lot of work to do to get my shit back in line. I will be so happy when they finally fix my wall in my kitchen area where they put in the new gas line. I feel half hearted about cleaning because I know what a dusty mess they are going to make when they fix that.
Just Keep Swimming
I am a 47 year old adult child of an alcoholic. My childhood could have been a Lifetime movie. I am dealing with PTSD, anxiety, and severe depression as a result. I am working on gaining an understanding as to what this means and learning how to be okay with myself. Some days, just killing myself and being done with it seems like the most sensible option. On those days, I keep telling myself, "just keep breathing in and out, that's enough for today."