I would pay folding money for someone to come clean this pit for me. I'm a slovenly housekeeper at the best of times, but after two weeks of being sick, my house is a sty. I have enough energy to be bothered by it, but not enough to fix it.

Sometimes I think the only control we have over our lives is what stories we tell ourselves

I've thought that too.

One thing about dealing with my anxiety with drugs and therapy has taught me: I'm actually very brave, to deal as well as I have with the underlying panic and be a fairly successful adult.

(If I could have stood the taste of alcohol, I could SO have ended up an alcoholic, as self-medication might have led me to be.)

Sometimes I think the only control we have over our lives is what stories we tell ourselves to make sense of what we do and what happens to us, but we don't exactly have perfect control even over that.

Yuuup.

I would pay folding money for someone to come clean this pit for me.

Yeah, you know that's a thing you can actually do, right?

I think if I had a regular cleaning service, I would do more "cleaning for the cleaners" tidying up stuff and my house would be so much less cluttered.

We have cleaners once a month and the night before is definitely a clean for the cleaners night. I hate it each time, but it does prevent stuff from accumulating.

I just need to have people over semi-regularly, and the place stays OK. But then when I don't for a while, it's Too Much, and I don't invite anyone over anymore. Oops.

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Tom, don't beat yourself up for surviving something awful. That's an accomplishment, and something to be proud of.

I'm not beating myself up (at least not in this particular instance), I'm just struggling to grasp what actually happened to me.

You guys, I need to interrupt. Because CINNAMON APPLE PIE CAKE.