When I was so dysfunctional to perform simple tasks I would make lists. Lists of short term goals, lists of long term goals. But more importantly there would be the daily list of what I wanted to accomplish. I didn't make much progress but if I had checked off my daily list that I had fed my son and my animals then I would rationalize that I had done the most important tasks and try to find some comfort in that. No I wasn't able to pay the utility bills, or make a phone call to school to advocate for my son, or even refill my meds. So the utilities were turned off numerous times and I would go days and days without my meds. I was bummed that I couldn't do what seemed so simple but in my emotional state it wasn't really so simple after all. I like looking back at my lists and notes on what I was feeling over the previous years and I can seem some progress. Slow difficult progress but moving in the right direction is good even if it did take me years. Today I am still pretty dysfunctional. I still have a long way to go if I am going to accomplish my short and long term goals. I keep trying and still now there are days that feeding the crew is all I can do. It is terribly frustrating but I tell myself that anybody who has lived through the horror that was my life would be dysfunctional too.