5:45am, Monday
I see my shrink this morning at ten and I'm going to be showing up with bags under my eyes and a few pounds lighter. A full on acne revolt against stress, and maybe even a few extra hairs are leaving my head a day for her to notice.
I am exhausted, but I can't get my mind to calm down. I hate to waste time and energy, so in my "downtime" I flip back and fourth between promoting Unconventional Advocacy and just writing some bullshit about a demon to clear my mind.
Writing for myself and how i want to on my own blog feels great. new and different.
Even though 90% of the time, my days are a struggle not only physically, but also emotionally, I am trying to keep my hopes high for the coming years.
In the meantime, packing hasn't even begun, and these videos are out of order, but the editor is giving me trouble. I guess I shouldn't sweat the small stuff and do my best to keep my head up through the shit filled waters that may still lay ahead.
If I can get through this cross country move with my dog and 50% of my shit not broken, lost or stolen, I'll be doing great. Especially if my dog is chill for the 18 hour ride back the Georgia.
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