So my therapist is back from her summer vacation. Life is getting back on track. But therapy is really hard. I hate just saying "I'm not feeling well" and "I'm exhausted" when I really want to tell people to shut up, leave me alone, and let me rest when I come home.
But it's Friday. There is no time to rest. I need to get my room ready for someone to move in over the weekend. I need to clear my art projects from the stairs. Find a new place to keep my medication, because it is now considered "clutter" when it's on the counter, even though that's the best place for me to keep it so I shouldn't forget to take it.
I'm so tired.