The agitation has gone and in its wake is severe, soul crushing depression.

I am perfectly fine with laying on this couch for the rest of my life. I hope my body melds with the cushions.

The SH thoughts are high but it’s no longer an all consuming need so that’s good, I guess.

I got up and did half the dishes to prove that I’m not a useless lump. That’s enough for today. Except I have to take my son to his paternal grandfather’s. Can’t back out. We’ve been trying since before Christmas.

I think RS is going to drag me out semi-against my will for another short walk. It’s freezing out and I don’t want to be out there but I don’t think he’s going to let me lay here all day. He does love me very much.

Edit: oops, spoke too soon. Now I want to punch everything.