For years now, I have felt ‘off’ … I just assumed it was due to my entire life being dumped upside down, the ensuing chaos, the roller coaster ride of trying to get my hubby back to normal, whatever that is.
Living with someone who struggles with mental illness is a challenge. I often question my own sanity.
Life is still a jumbled mess a lot of the time. There is no continuity. Things are fine for a period of time, and then they are not.
I’ve been struggling with my own issues as of late, trying to figure out how to pull myself out of this depression without meds. And it hit me the other night…
I miss my routine.
Before it all went to Hell, I had a routine. My child was a baby and my daily life was about as close to perfect (for me) as it could’ve been. And I was happy.
I have no routine. And every part of my life suffers as a result. My house is a mess. Clutter and chaos abound. My attitude is a mess. Again with clutter and chaos. My body is a mess. Waaay too much going on there..
So, this week, my focus is to find a routine, and make it so. I really believe that if I find that groove and stick with it, the other stuff will work itself out.