Before I broke my leg, I thought that it was difficult to get up and get going. My mental issues made it feel like swimming through sludge to get anything done.
Now, with a physical issue piled on top of the mental stuff, things seem downright impossible. I actually felt motivated for a bit earlier. The problem is that doing anything right now is super awkward. I did manage to clean out the hamster, dust our entertainment center, and print out some freezer meal recipes. I wanted to do more, though, and it feels like such a waste of motivation.
I have to admit, though, that with the expectations of housework off of my plate, my anxiety is a lot more controlled. I hope that I can keep this going for when I can walk again.
I am trying to figure out what to do with this energy that I have. Maybe I’ll work my arms out a bit. Build up my guns. Pow, Pow!