I may have been exposed to Covid and I feel a little funky. I’m scared that I might be coming down with it. I scheduled a test for five days from exposure, but I am worried. I don’t want to get anyone in my house sick, and I’m scared to tell them I might have … Continue reading I am scared
Tag: Living with Parents
My closet is a mess!
After I replaced the lightbulbs, I decided to start tackling the shelves in my closet. I literally organized one and half shelf and got overwhelmed. I mean, it’s a start, and I’m not sad about it, but it’s ridiculous. I threw out half a bag of trash just from those two shelves. I even found … Continue reading My closet is a mess!
BANNED
For real my mom just banned me from seeing my ex. I’m 42 years old. I’m pretty sure I can set my own damn boundaries. Whatever. I’m am just angry. I don’t know why she can’t let me live my life. This is so annoying. This is the second time this week she has told … Continue reading BANNED
What I wouldn’t give…
…for an opportunity to smoke a cigarette right now. For real. I just really want to. I have been pretty good about not smoking. I vape, but I have been pretty good about cigarettes. I don’t know why I’m craving one so badly right now except for my mood state. Ugh. Stupid hypomania. Anyway. That’s … Continue reading What I wouldn’t give…
Bang! Bang! Bang!
There is no refuge in my house from the sound of my stepdad working on the deck. It is so loud. I am getting another migraine and would really like to take a nap. No dice. I am getting frustrated. I know he loves his projects, so I’m trying to be supportive. I’m just tired … Continue reading Bang! Bang! Bang!
Someone bring me coffee!
My Princess Leia mug is empty and I have no coffee. I’m so sad. Granted, she is mainly used for tea and I generally use different mugs for coffee, but the point remains. I need caffeine. My stepdad gets irritated when I mess with his coffee pot, mostly because I can never remember how much … Continue reading Someone bring me coffee!
I hate being vulnerable
I finally caved and told my mom that I might end up in the hospital because my therapist and dietican are worried. I did not get into specifics of what was going on, but I did tell her. Man, I hate doing that. I usually just keep things to myself. I don’t like upsetting her … Continue reading I hate being vulnerable
Ugh…
Trigger warning ⚠️ eating disorder ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ My parents are making a big steak dinner on the grill for Memorial Day. I am not excited. Not only do I feel awful, but I am not enthusiastic about eating it just on a eating disorder basis. I mean, it will be a relatively healthy meal with fresh … Continue reading Ugh…
My psych appointment
No, the rooms don’t really look like this. Anyway, my psych decided that my issues are “therapy” issues and decided not to change my meds. I guess I don’t know how I feel about that. She also suggested that maybe I need to change my living arrangements. I about had a heart attack. Like, I … Continue reading My psych appointment
Talking with my mom
I adore my mom. I have to say that first. The thing is, I don’t talk about “things” with her because she doesn’t get it. She wants to know what I’ve been talking about in therapy and first, I feel like trying to explain that to her would go over her head, and second, she … Continue reading Talking with my mom