Dealing with another exhaustion shutdown from our trip to Portland yesterday. Another big stress trip this weekend.
Therapist moved my appointment time to a busy office time. Now I feel like another simple clog in a wheel. It's her job. Just another peon.
Therapist is like all the others. Nothing special. Just a stranger from another world to talk to. I guess. Not interested.
Working to save money for a trip later this year.
Found out my food stamps were reduced by 30% a few months back. Explains the grocery bill.
Family issues unable to share that can't ever really be resolved. It's like an ongoing crisis.
The police may show up at my door for an interview. Can't talk about it. Might happen, might not. On high alert. Unpredictable.
Less and less can I accomplish as the shutdowns and exhaustion seems to grow, not improve with age.
Seriously searching for ways to reduce any and all social interaction. It's majorly confusing and highly upsetting.
Things just aren't going right, in a big way.
Wish something was easy.
Wish life didn't hurt so much.
Tired of the constant tears.
