After I think over a week of being housebound and bedridden, I’m finally outside. I couldn’t take it. I got up out of bed and decided I wasn’t paying $20 for food delivery just to get a 2 liter of ginger ale. My cat Lola looked up at me and I said “I’ll be right back.”
I’ve literally been a recluse this whole summer, due to physical and emotional troubles. The fact that I was assaulted at the end of June and haven’t been the same since is beginning to mess with my head. COVID-19 has made it so much harder to just go out and take a walk. Especially suffering from asthma among other things.
I don’t know. I guess I’m proud of myself. Small steps...I’ve just never felt so defeated, hopeless, helpless and depressed. I know take it one day at a time. That’s all I have...time... it’s not working for me. It’s working against me. I just feel so lost and drained. I’m resilient but it’s not enough...
I got out of bed though 😊and I’m writing again. I just pray this starts to get better sooner than later...I hope all of you had a good day today, are still kicking, and fighting! Love and light to all of you 💜💕🤓