This May Not Be The Kind Of Commitment She Meant....
Welp. I always put off shit like this because I stress about the "first post". Because *that's* something that matters 🙃 But, this probably ain't a bad one. It's 9:47pm, Wednesday, October 20, 2021. I'm sitting in my office - which I just manically painted and redid (and have yet to finish) from an attempt at making my workspace somewhere that didn't just continually add to my levels of stress and sensory overload, In my new office chair that I got for $80 because my body is so small now that I can just buy $80 chairs, Watching my wife buzz around, printing out lists of my medications and symptoms, packing a bag for me for a few nights following incredibly strict stipulations on what is and is not allowed, Watching her do her best to hold it together, both because she thinks I need her to, and because I think if she doesn't, she may need to join me in the morning; Just sitting around really just letting how fucked up everything is wash over me. How mu