I've been trying to psych myself up for days to clean house. It's still a disaster. I've picked up a thing here or there, and even put a couple loads of clothes in the washer. I just have no energy or motivation. Why do even the simplest tasks have to feel so overwhelming?
I've noticed frequent stories on the news lately with a certain commonality. Florida woman drives vehicle into ocean with kids. Oklahoma woman commits murder/suicide - carbon monoxide from running vehicle in closed garage; 3 yr old daughter died, mom died, 5yo son was rescued. I can't explain how this makes me feel. On one hand, I wish they could have gotten help before their situations reached that point. On the other hand...I envy them for getting out by whatever means necessary. How messed up does that make me?
Well, I guess I need to try to do something.