Of Halloween and Hot Dogs

14,735 Days Alive

1 Bad Brain Day

Edit: posts work a LOT better if one remembers to hit “post”. Ugh.

I need to get a planner. I’m better at keeping track of certain aspects of my life on paper rather than digitally.

I’ve been looking over dozens of different planners. All sorts of formats and price ranges and all that. I think that this one would fit my needs and wants the best, even if it is a little expensive. This purple one with an hourly breakdown is actually my top choice.

Tomorrow is All Hallow’s, J and Bill6’s decade anniversary of marriage, J’s birthday (happy birthday, love!) and my pay day. So. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

I’ve been on the struggle bus so much lately. I don’t know why. My focus is shot and I feel like I’m drowning, mentally. I’m going to look into local sliding-scale therapy, Planned Parenthood, and try to check into the Badgercare insurance thing again. Maybe life will suck less if I have a good therapist? I have an amazing support system. I’m just… stuck in the Swamp of Sadness.

For example: I’ve been trying to make myself just pick up a crochet hook for over a week. Just like… one stitch. Something. ANYTHING. And I just can’t.

I am going to go splash some water on my face, take my meds, do a little lotion pampering or something, and try to read.

Take your meds, folks.