I feel like life is going down the toilet again now that Mom has gone home. I'm having more anxiety attacks. My house is falling apart. I've picked up the smoking habit once more. I feel like they all tie into each other. My house falls apart, which gives me anxiety attacks, which makes me want to smoke to feel better. It's a mess. The kids are helping out with chores, but I'm so busy seeing what's not getting done. My living room looks like a bedding store exploded in there. I know it won't take much to clean it up, but I just feel paralyzed whenever I look into it.
How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time. That's how I need to look at getting things done. One small thing at a time.
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