Last night I was genuinely struggling. I thought about calling a help line. I thought about what it would be like to permanently escape. I thought about my dogs, my sister, my mom, my husband.
I thought about my dearest friend, and the few close friends I have.
I thought ++
about how helpless I feel watching this planet spin more and more out of control every day.
I thought about how powerless I feel. How hopelessness is taking me over.
I thought about the weight of my trauma. If it could ever be untangled.
I thought about being Indigenous and ++
how that means everything to me, but I'm not not connected to my community. I thought about how my neurology and skin tone make that seem impossible.
I thought about my health and what covid has done to me and how scared I am.
All that thinking kept me awake till 5am.
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I thought about how the state of some of the rooms in my house reflect that inner chaos and turmoil. How depression and ADHD factor in.
So I decided at 5am I could control one thing when I woke up.
I could clean my upstairs bathroom.
So I've just spent the past 2 hours ++
doing just that.
I still have about a hour of cleaning to go, but it's so, SO much better now.
So today I controlled one thing. And that helps a lot.