It’s just a lot.
The change in seasons, times. Everything going on in the world, existential dread, needing to keep going with everything in the meantime, needing to keep daily habits.
Taking meds, making and eating meals. Looking out for others. Looking out for myself. Trying not to take on what’s not mine to stress about. At least not too much.
Hit a few walls lately. Trying to reset by going back to having meal kits delivered, by making sure my meds are sorted. Making sure I go to next week’s GP appointment for the next repeats.
Keeping on top of the car. Shuddering at petrol prices but keeping calm and carrying on. Being grateful for small wins, like when the carpark guy puts my parking through as free instead of $6.80, or when my favourite little treats are on special.
Sleeping. Taking the dog out. Those sorts of things.
It’s just a lot.