Crazy day. My movers came this morning- they were at my apartment by 7:30. I couldn’t believe it. They were done by 9:30. I had the place cleaned up and I was ready to vacate by 10:30, but fucking Blake wasted an hour of my day. She was the only kink in my whole day. The movers wee amazing and the rental car people were amazing. I am just a little more than 2 hours away from Lexington. I hope I can get the leasing agent to meet me at the townhouse early. I had told him 3, but it would be better if it was more like 9 or 10 am. I definitely don’t want to unload that van and brents and then have to load and unload again at my townhouse. No fucking way. I want to get it done and out of the way. Once I have that taken care of, I can figure out what to do about the physical and getting a car. Once those two things are checked off, then I can just go to the townhouse and start sorting out all the crap I brought with me. I may also put in a call to the movers tomorrow to beg them to bring my shit. If they were to actually bring it on Friday or Saturday that would be so perfect. It would be so great to have everything before I have to start work on Monday. Anyway, I have the hardest part over now.
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."