I woke up at six this morning and I was crying by six-fifteen.
I talked to my therapist at eight-thirty and she was pretty helpful in that moment, but I just am struggling with finding things to fill my time.
She suggested that I play on ancestry because that’s something that has entertained me in the past.
I’m kind of… blah… on that for some reason.
I need to pull out my computer though and see if any games are on sale or anything that might keep my interest for a while.
That might be good for me.
I don’t know.
My therapist pointed out that it isn’t just my dad that is stressing me out. I have had other things going on that were/are a big deal and were already making me vulnerable to being overwhelmed.
That made me feel less judgmental towards myself about not getting over this fast enough.
I also lost a filling in my tooth, which is seriously small bananas compared to everything else, but I can’t get into the dentist for a month, so it’s super annoying.
Anyway, enough complaining.
I’ve done five or six loads of laundry this morning and put them away, so now I just need to find something else to do.
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