I didn't go to my group therapy this morning because I didn't want to drive all the way over there. I chose sleep instead.
I got out of bed to go get Emma from school. I spent the rest of the day cleaning up after kid made messes. They were in rare form today. Spaghetti (uncooked) scattered all over the basement, craft supplies dumped out, laundry dumped out of the baskets, that sort of day. I spent an hour or so deep cleaning the basement.
I worry that I'm not going to get out of this funk. That it's going to follow me around forever. Sometimes I wonder if I am strong enough to push through it.
Especially on days like today.
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