I have 3 projects I'd like to get done in the next 6 months.
Get the kitchen/hallway painted.
Finish decorating bathroom.
Get started on the large frame project (post more about that later).
We are painting the kitchen/hallway tomorrow.
I'm working on the artwork for the bathroom.
I am 36 years old.
I have a daughter and husband.
Yes they come in that order, it has been discussed.
We have a dog, 3 cats and a turtle.
We live in a wonderful house and I get to stay home and care for my family.
Which is what I love.
Which is what I've always wanted.
I admitted myself to inpatient treatment 2 months ago.
My husband says he hasn't seen the real me in 2 years.
But he now gets glimpses.
He loves me.
I know this.
But I'll always worry.
I did 2 weeks in an intensive outpatient program (iop).
It was the best thing I could have done.
All of it.
The past 2 days I have been stuck in a panic attack.
I've taken care of the triggers that were helping cause it.
I'm currently anxious as shit.
It is 8:20pm and I am exhausted and in bed already.
They ask you constantly 1-10 what's your number?
Husband does this also.
It's cute and sweet when he does it.
It was medically when they did.
4.
I'm a fucking shrub.
Tomorrow is another day.
Let's see how I wake up.
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