So yesterday I managed to do housework, write both my novel (barely) and my mental health diary update, engage normally with a human (okay, I was in PJs, but otherwise it was the height of normal) and help Cat clear all of our upstairs belongings into one room so that the other two rooms are free for flooring to go in. Thank goodness for that, I’ve been waiting nine months for this place to become a functioning house.
Today, however, I really really struggled to get out of bed. It felt like fighting through cement to pull myself up and into the shower (yes, I managed to shower today. That might not sound like much of a success to many people, but to me, it’s a big deal). Nevertheless, I did it. I showered, I gave the rabbits water, I did a smidge of laundry, I engaged once more with the flooring guy. Other than that my day has mostly been spent watching TV and eating lunch, and even so I’m still exhausted. I’m disappointed in myself because I had hoped that once I found myself out of work (more on that later) I would be able to snap back into a functioning person. But sadly, no such luck. Everything is still hard, but at least now I’m not letting down employers or teammates.