Ugh. Ever make promises to yourself?

It’s almost worse than when someone else promises something and then doesn’t follow through.

When the dishes pile up I don’t even know where to start. I wish it would all just disappear. Avoiding the kitchen can only happen for so long.

I can’t even think straight.

There’s nothing HARD it. I mean, what is wrong with me? I literally CAN’T work out what to do! Has an alien come and sucked out my brain?

I used to be a smart, competent, reliable human. But I turned into a wreck who cries all the time, doesn’t know what time it is and doesn’t know what step to take first.

So each time I get to the point where I promise I won’t let the mess get this bad again, and the mess gets bad, I feel even more down on myself.

It’s not healthy. It’s not sustainable. And I’m sick of feeling this way.

Am I the only one?

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