I had a bit of a reminder today of how bad I fucked (excuse my language) my life up.
Normally, I would have wallowed in self-hatred all day, done nothing, possibly drank, and in general gave up on life, despite my prior motivation to do some housework and feel productive.
I changed my “normally” today. I did wallow in self-hatred, but only for a little while. I picked myself up out of it and I put a dent in the housework. It was not quite as fulfilling as I had hoped, but I did something. I didn’t give up
That, for me, is a small victory in how I handle life. I can consciously make better decisions, and not give in to my depression and addiction.
Another small victory?
I think Whimzy has enough jeans for a while 😉 Thank you thrift stores and goodwill!