Holy moly, this weekend was trying.
My (very small) house has turned into a home for wayward souls. It's a lot of chaos. 5 people and a couple of dogs. Helping my boyfriend care for his drug addicted and undiagnosed mentally ill sister. We don't know which of her struggles come from which problem. It's like having a defiant nonsensical grown up child to care for. But one I feel deep empathy for. She is waking up screaming and hearing voices non stop. Tomorrow I'm taking the day off to fix her hair for her and to get her a state ID and state insurance. Hopefully we can get her some medical attention. She is in rough physical shape as well as mental.Also housing a friend in between homes. There are people everywhere I look, and I'm just trying to keep everything clean and food stocked. Also monitoring my boyfriends mental state. He is super triggered by situations like these. Keeping candy on hand and trying to make him laugh as much as possible.
Woof. One day at a time...
Side note: Of course this would go down when I'm weeks overdue for a therapy appointment and can't get in until the end of the month. Thank sweet baby Jesus for gym therapy.(and maybe some retail therapy)