I'm going to sound like I'm having a pity party. Maybe I am. If I am I'm going to go with the thought that I'm allowed, that I'm in the middle of a really hard time.
A great deal of what I'm struggling with is some serious anxiety. It's the cause of the broken (yet again) sleep. It may be part of why I don't want to stop sleeping. I'm frustrated with this entire thing that is my life and I need to just cry. I seem unable to do so unless the psychologist talks me through it, and that is really not so much fun.
I did take a shower today. That's 2 in a row, which is good since before that was like 3. I also have the dishwasher ready to run.
I'm not eating well. I have eaten, but not based on thought out meals.
I also just can't believe my disability is messed up. I need that so badly, and not having it makes things worse. I can't spend any money so I have to not leave home, or if I do it has to be to go somewhere money isn't required.
It's so hard to believe that only a few weeks ago I felt essentially the opposite.