I’m trying to make progress. It’s slow going.I managed to get all of the dishes done. I even managed to wash the dishes after dinner last night instead of letting them languish in the sink.
I got the sheet back on my bed. I put the cases back on the pillows. They’ve been off for weeks now. A few weeks ago, that stupid cough came back with a vengeance and it was triggering vomiting if I ate. So foolishly I ate and then laid down a few hours later. As soon as I did, I started coughing. And then I didn’t make it to the bathroom before vomiting. I left the sheets off my bed until I was sure I wasn’t going to get sick again. But then I couldn’t find the motivation to put them back on.
I got most of the apartment cleaned up. The porch part with the washing machine is still a mess. But at least I don’t have to see that all the time. I’ve done my laundry and hung it up to dry. So now I need to move it into the wardrobe.
I’m trying to take a lesson from our favorite chimp. I’m trying to tackle just one thing at a time. It’s the only way I’m going to get things done.
I’m trying not to let the depression and anxiety get the best of me. If I can get up and make it to work and not kill someone during the day, then it’s been a fairly good day. If I can manage to get one decent meal into my stomach, then it’s been a fairly good day. If I can get to bed before 3 AM, then it’s been a fairly good day.
Just one thing at a time. Just one moment at a time. No looking to the future. Just focusing on the present.