I’m supposed to be writing about home improvement today, but I haven’t improved much of anything …anywhere.
I feel like I’m in a medically induced numbness in this house. I leave and, for the most part, I experience life differently than I do when I’m here. I’m alert, active, calm, happy, energetic. I come home and I’m sleepy, unfocused, moody and detached from reality. I want to drink all the time (don’t worry, I don’t) and I’m gaining weight like it’s on purpose. Nothing is getting done and things HAVE to get done. I have bills to pay, deadlines to meet and life to live. Why am I so stuck?