This morning, I opened up to Hubby about my struggles. It was a helpful release, and he shared some of his, too. Many were much the same. Today I see my psychiatrist in this city for maybe the second or third to last time. Soon before our move location is definite, I'll need to find a new one. Always scary. As for tdoc, I cancelled my recent appointment because of my covid-19, and confess to not contacting him since for another one. I'm debating whether or not to say there won't be another. Either way, I will email him, of course.

We've already done some bit of packing and will continue today. So far it's just been decorations and little stuff in display cases. Today will be more art type pieces. Nothing we need to actually use. We then need to remove a lot of art on walls and have our friend help us fill in and hide the holes. That's a lot, as husband puts tons on the walls. This Thursday we head north for issues relating to where we plan to move. Luckily we can stay over night at s-i-l's house, as she lives only seven minutes from it. Friday we'll have appointments there.

The upcoming owner of the house we've been renting came over yesterday to look at items we offered to sell to him. He'll buy most all of them. A couple I will sort of be sad to part with, but they will be replaced. It's an emotional thing for sure. If we move to the place we're aiming for, there will be huge projects ahead of us. Intimidating ones. I'm trying to take things one step at a time.

Sending hugs to all here. Very big ones to those dealing with major challenges. I've wanted to more individually support, but I am in over my head this days, just trying to avoid a breakdown.