Now I know why they call it the nuclear family; one day, you’re going about your business, and the whole thing blows up, ripping off your face and scattering your body parts to kingdom come. (heavy sigh). Having to tell someone what to do at every step is exhausting. Having to be with them to ensure shit gets done causes extreme mental fatigue… but seems like that’s what I gotta do. Suck it up, Sam! Just fuckin’ deal with it!
And I should probably start talking to a therapist again because I feel like I’m gonna crack and break. FML! But … can’t afford that right now. The alternative will have to do – peace and numbness is waiting for me in a bottle of something from the LCBO. Disregarding the stigma, if therapy sessions were as financially accessible as alcohol, do you think more people would turn to it for stress relief?
Although I started my workout too late today I still managed to close all my rings but I don’t like cutting it close. Did I ever tell you to watch Hit Monkey (2021)? It’s on Disney.
The books are due back at the library tomorrow. Life goes on!
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