My brain is exhausted this morning and last night’s pizza (so good) has decided to give me heartburn. This week has been… weird. On the one hand, getting financially approved to pay for the Recovery Program (and subsequently waiting impatiently for that to go through) was the highlight. On the other hand, we’ve fallen off the Walkies Wagon and played video games obsessively. It kinda feels like the calm before the storm, I guess? I know the Recovery Program is gonna be tons of work (but worth it), so I’m wondering how The Boyfriend is feeling. He’s not that great at sharing how he feels about things. It’s gotten better, of course, but I feel there’s so much more under the surface. Like… the chaotic energy is swirling around in and out of him and I’m not sure what to do about it, ya know?

And my own mind is having a clusterfuck of thoughts and emotions, just bouncing off walls up in there. I can’t seem to concentrate long enough to form any coherent or interesting things to talk about. Makes me wonder if missing my night meds night before last (for PTSD/depression/sleep) maybe fucked me up a bit? Might have to sit in this anxiety and figure shit out.

Or… I can keep playing Minecraft and using it to focus/cope. Heh.