I'm done for the moment, for the holiday, with interaction both real and online. I keep waking up thinking the holiday is passed and I'm bummed to find out it is pending.
I'm just done with it all, alright. Yeah, my son will celebrate as I tolerate and retreat.
My mind as vacant as the parking lot. Don't want any more well wishers or photos of family happiness. Be gone. Phone off.
Five more days till therapy. Kitchen cleaned. Rearranging, dumping to make more room. Vacuuming and dusting feels good to do. Outdoors is pretty silence.
I miss my dreams at night. My nighttime meds eliminate my dreams, which is a sad side effect. I'm willing to go medless and somewhat sleepless as having no dreams for weeks makes me feel like something major is missing in my everyday life.
Things are going well. I just don't like holidays and am always ass-happy when they are over with and done.
I only get one hour of therapy a week via insurance. Man, that does not feel fair. So much to deal with, speak of and cover. Damn it. And contain, for days. Yeah, I'm busy, go away.
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