Right now, my patience is at ZERO, and my sense of humour is non-existent. My parents and grandmother want take out again, and I had to go pick it up AGAIN. I am so sick and tired of take out. Nobody in my house likes to cook. I do it from time to time, but it makes me irritable, because every time I do something in the kitchen, my grandmother comes in with her walker and gets in the way. Last time I was working with hot oil and I told my Mom to keep her out of the kitchen. She still wandered in and out, then they both got in the way, and I fired my tongs on the counter out of frustration.

I need to get out of this place and this city. I'll try to contact ODSP, and explain that I will need more money since I pretty much have to move out, and what I'm getting is not sufficient.

I try to meditate, but it's too noisy. Even if I try, I'll get interrupted for some stupid task. They call my name in the most annoying way possible and I snap or sound like I'm going to lose it when I answer. Add to that I have 4 cats that smother me as well and I can never get a moment's peace.


Everyone in this house is a trigger for my anxiety, irritability, and anger. I have to get out of this house, and possibly, out of this city.