13,351 Days Alive
1 Therapy Seasion
DW came over this evening to break bread with us. I made slow cooker loaded baked potato soup. It was okay.
I don’t really have many words tonight. I had therapy today and it brought to light how much I’ve been struggling with the insecure housing thing.
I can’t be homeless again. I know that it’s unlikely but it is still a possibility and one that really damages my calm.
I hope this work week goes better than last week. I know that boss lady isn’t supposed to be in tomorrow so maybe that will give me sufficient time to catch up on older stuff and get up to date.
I’m too tired to ramble on further. I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.