Long deep breath.
Siiiiiiiiggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh.
When I'm alone or left to myself, my mind goes to deep deep places and it's like I almost get stuck there. Just minutes ago as I was cleaning up a bit, I said out loud everything that was on my mind right then. It was kind of like this:
Ok. I need to pick up Cohen's toys, take out the trash, the recycling truck still hasn't shown up, and do the dishes. I wish housing would say when they were coming. I really don't feel like doing the dishes but if they show up in the morning, they're going to bitch about the sink having dishes in it.
This sucks because this is the first night in weeks where I feel like I could go to sleep right now. I haven't been getting to bed until 3 or 4 in the morning and then waking up again around 8 or 9 for Cohen. I'm typically exhausted.
I thought I had more to say about all of this. I know I did, but I need to do the dishes so I'm going to go do that, and then get something to eat. Then bed. I hope. If I think of the rest, I'll come back to this.
I need a therapist, I think. I think I think too much. And separation anxiety is a bitch.
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