Tomorrow will probably be better.

That’s what I tell myself.

I don’t know why, exactly, I haven’t scheduled to see the social worker...or haven’t done more to pack up, sort and throw away.

I feel beaten down. I’m very tired. I want things to be different but I’m scared for them to be different.

I do feel I am a burden. I do realize that, to outsiders looking in, it looks like I should be able to accomplish a lot more. But I don’t.

I’m upset (about long-standing problem at home).... I’m worn down.

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(Issue with family- drama)

And I’m so tired of everything. I can’t do the things I want to do. Why want them anymore?

I want to be comfortable in my home but that isn’t happening.

Tomorrow will probably be better.