I can't explain how time has moved. There's no way to explain how long it feels like. I keep re-counting on the calendar because it truly feels like it's been a month and a half. I can't believe it.
I haven't cried in a long time. Probably since my last counseling appointment. I'm not sure if this is a sign of pushing it down? Or if it's because I'm at a different stage now. I've tried to keep the house picked up for my kids. I've been trying to get them and myself outside at least once a day.
Still, I find my patience is lacking, not just with my two toddlers, but with their father, with my aunt, my cousins, and students in my classes. I barely can hide my snap anger and frustration over the tiniest things. I cannot motivate myself to do my homework. I can barely motivate myself to go to class.
I don't eat more than once a day. The process is certainly slow. But I feel like, in terms of actually thinking about it, I'm progressing. Time will tell I suppose...
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