So like, my plan to call in sick from life on Wednesday? Who the fuck are we kidding? I can’t do that. Too. Much. Stuff. Always too much stuff.
I’m sucking at self care. I’m behind on my meds and gonna run out before I can see my doc. My eating has gone to shit. I’m not bathing. Yadda, yadda. And yet, everyone around me still needs me and their needs don’t go away just because I am *yet again* falling the fuck apart.
At least I was effective at getting my extension class transferred today. And very important talk with a friend. And a shower for the first time in days.
Remind me again why I let my life fall apart like this all the time?