12,724 Days Alive
Had therapy with Vickie and my appointment with Peter today. I’m absolutely glad the week is half over now. I’m so emotionally exhausted that I’m physically exhausted as well.
I almost cancelled my therapy appointment today. I felt like I didn’t have anything to say worth hearing. And I don’t. I think I’ve come to grips with the realities of our divorce. And I’m going to work at repairing the friendship because, gods, do I miss making Steph laugh. I miss my friend.
I miss a lot of things, actually, with the realities of quarantine life looming over us. I miss game nights and RPG days and having people over.
I’m probably alone in that respect in our house.
I miss people. Physical connection. Hell, I miss the living daylights out of my coworkers. I miss human interaction. I’m not as much an introvert as I thought I was. Maybe I’m just a hard flip ambivert.
I’m fried. I’m going to head to bed. Take your meds, folks.
