Since moving here almost a year ago, there have been weeks where there have been many tasks to do each day, or weeks when I was planning my time around acting out, or participating in recovery.
For the weeks before the holidays and now the days that have followed I have had more of a sense that my life has no direction. I need direction, goals and a to do list each day. Life somewhat surrounded my husband while he was here for the holidays, and then have been focused on getting the new dog acclimated to her our home. But today it feels like there is nothing to do ... and not in a good way. I don't have a desire to act out, thank God. But I also don't have much of a desire to do anything else.
I guess there's still a bit of the depression hanging on ... I'm hanging on too, and promise to outlast it.
My next post will be about losing my religion
2 months ago