I think I’m excusing myself from even trying to think about recovery bc im like ‘oh im still on the waitlist for treatment anyway so why start now’ and this wl is never ending i swr oh well
I need to get rid of clothes I don’t wear anymore but my mum won’t let me use vinted bc she has this thing ab not wanting people to wear our clothes bc they’ll ‘disturb our energy’ or smth😪
Woah. I really underestimated the power of showering and cleanliness after bed rotting and bping for like two weeks. That small sense of accomplishment replaced the suicidaI dread I was feeling