I do this.

I just don’t want to do anything when I get home. My house is a mess. And it is worse since the last hypomanic event, I shopped and filled the house with stuff I don’t need. I also have too many plants I haven’t planted. And a garage full of compost and dirt. Too much.

I once heard that this is part of the anxiety that goes with perfectionism. It’s like, if you can’t make it perfect, it is too hard to start. I don’t know. Maybe.

I’m hoping for some energy soon