I had a busy after school day. I sold 2 pictures ($20), my IKEA chair and ottoman ($150), and my Superdrive ($15). Not bad. I went to look at a leather chair, but I didn’t like it. It’s too bad, too, because I had Brent’s truck. Noah is going to get Brent’s truck for me on Thursday. Noah and I are going to Richmond to get 2 bookshelves, then to Lawrenceburg to get a chair (maybe if I like it), and someone is supposed to buy my floor lamp at 2:00. We still have fleas in the house. UGH. I have bombed now, so I don’t know what the next step would be??? I guess the professionals, or maybe on Saturday, I can bomb with something different? I have to figure out what to do about the litter box in the new place. I want to put it in the laundry closet. I will have to see what John says about me putting in a cat hole in the door. I gave a test at school today, so it wasn’t a terribly hard day.
Just Keep Swimming
I am a 48 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."