I’m feeling better from the med, but I’m still having a hard time. I mean, obviously things weren’t all roses or she wouldn’t have decided to change up my meds.
I just want to feel like myself again.
This room is honestly disgusting. There isn’t food laying about or anything, (and honestly, no judgement if that’s your situation), but I’ve got paper and crap up to my shins through the whole space.
I think I’ve gotten most of the clothes out of here… they are now in a clean pile in the other room. A problem for another day. I can’t really put them away in here until the rest of the stuff is out of the way.
I can see like four feet of carpet. That’s taken me a month. I feel pathetic.
I need to change and wash my sheets because I can’t remember the last time that was done, but I’m guessing a few months ago. Gross, right?
I only sleep on half of my bed because the other half is covered in “stuff I need to be able to find.”
What is wrong with me? Seriously.
I need more help than I think my therapist knows. I think I’m going to take pictures of my room and show them to her. Maybe then she will get it.
I’m not meeting my ADL’s at all.
I’m seriously lucky if I get a shower twice a week. I’ve been working at doing better at that, but it’s just difficult.
I don’t even know what I do with my days anyway.
I sit on my phone. I blog. I scroll Facebook. Weee!
Maybe I’ll go to the library or bookstore today. I think I need new reading material. If I can stay focused long enough to read…
I don’t know. I’m just a mess.
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