It’s not just the money, although that’s a big one.
I’ve also been gradually letting things slip again, and with Cat working an extra job, there’s no avoiding the chaos that is the household chores. Thankfully we still have enough clothes to last us a few more days but the laundry is piling up. The dishes, meanwhile, are fully mocking me.
I’m back to feeling like I don’t know what to do. I feel immobile. Normally, these mounting factors would result in panic, and I can feel it in my body waiting to attack but right now it’s lying dormant under the heavy weight that is drugs and bodily weakness. The mute button won’t hold forever though. I can feel a Big Cry building, even if I’m only experiencing a fraction of my usual feels.