I’m easing back into life today, though my soul is still aching and I’m tired. But life carries on. Luckily I don’t have to cook today because we have leftovers of the vegetarian butter chicken my husband made over the weekend. I’m running some bedding in the wash. I may paint. I know I will sweep and sleep. My body and breath still feel labored, shallow sometimes.
Hopefully, my Bipolar meds will start working better soon. I am so grateful my husband lets me stay home. I would struggle to work.
As for DC, I have to get over it. My mental health is not the number 1 priority. My husband’s career is. He supports the family. If it breaks me, it breaks me. All I can do is trust and obey, and follow my husband where he wants me to go. Hopefully, DC will be a ways down the road. I really need to start getting medical care for the problems I’ve been having in my body, and in Northern Virginia I’m so stressed out by the driving that I can’t get myself to the doctor. I have an appointment this week. Hopefully there is a solution. I haven’t been able to take a walk around the block in a decade. I want to get answers before we leave the island. I want to take walks again. I want to be able to straighten all my fingers all the way. I want the pain to go away.
Life at Home 