Went home for the weekend. Now I'm trying to recover from the stress.

It was nice in some ways, downright horrible in others. Looks like stuff that I purposefully put in my drawers got moved around during the move. For instance, two decks of cards that had never been played with. I come to find them getting worn on the edges. Which stresses me out. Finding things cracked and broken. Crumpled and wrinkled. Stresses me out just thinking about it. And my sibling driving me crazy as usual. And the same old story with my parents. And the house is a mess and needs to be tidied and cleaned. Which I should have done.... I did do some weeding and pruning, though.

I've been out of hospital a few days and I can't help but think that's the only place I can get close to relaxing.

Feeling agitated, bit depressed. Tired, but I don't want to sleep. But I don't want to move either. I want a break.