Not really expecting any answers, but this is what has happened over the past few hours.
I didn't really sleep very well last night, just a handful of hours.
In spite of that, I decided I was going to give today my best shot.
After I got out the bathroom, I discovered a text from MIL saying she was coming up to the town where I live and would be dropping off some of my stuff that was in her house at my front door. She wouldn't be ringing my doorbell, just dropping off the stuff in a couple of boxes.
I started to feel kind of panicky and overwhelmed, like I didn't have any control over any of this.
And then I checked outside...two boxes on my front doormat.
I'm still trying to get a few things done today. Any progress at all, however slow, is still progress, right? But I feel like I've gone back to the 'wading through cement' feeling I remember having a while back, where absolutely everything was a struggle.
