k, things adjusted back the other way, and I feel relatively “normal” for me.
First, completely goobered the job fair sitch. I didn’t have the energy to push my wife to come with me, and then I was so wrecked I didn’t go either. She needs her resume, but we got in a sort of argument/discussion about how she really doesn’t know what she wants to do or who she is. I suggested therapy and meds, and she didn’t like those options. After all, they aren’t exactly “working” for me. IDK, I guess I’m still committed enough to going through the motions…. I’m trying. It doesn’t feel as shameful as long as I’m trying.
so, regrouping. I don’t think I’ll be productive this week, and that’s okay with me. Again, trying. Next week I see my doctor and a therapist, so that’s something to look forward to.
I wish I could do more for my wife, I know she’s struggling, but I’m barely keeping myself together.