The past month has been a homeless penniless shit-show.
We're in our place now. It's so nice, it's intimidating. I'm so scared of this life not working. I want to run. I want to escape. I want to lay in bed disassociated. I want to take a day off.
I need new clothes. I need a new body. I need money. I need time. I need rest. I need exercise. I need to eat less. I need to lose weight. I need to starve. I need to unpack. I need to organize. I need to buy things. I need to clean.
Money. Really need money.
I'm terrified about baby starting pre-k. I know he's going to be shocked by the shift. I'm not sure how they will manage him. I'm scared for him. I'm scared for his safety and how he feels. I'm scared of being exhausted by all of it. I hope he is ready, I am ready, hubby...
I'm just exhausted. I have no plan atm, and I don't do well like this.
