I was supposed to see my dietician today at 1 pm.
I woke up at 12:45.
So… obviously I did not make it to the appointment that was across town. FAIL.
I just went back to sleep after rescheduling. That means I didn’t clean either. FAIL.
I am so frustrated with myself. I can’t get out of bed to do anything. I think I have to call the person who is filling in for my therapist and just let her know that things are sort of sketchy.
I don’t know.
I’m like in this weird place where I am definitely depressed I guess, but not at all thinking about self harm or anything.
I guess my meds are working then? Or therapy? Or both? I mean usually I don’t notice “depressed” until the self harm thoughts come, but usually I’m more functional than this if that make sense.
Not sure what to make of this at all.
I need to get my butt in gear. And soon.
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