I'm finding myself in a major emotional slump again.
I just can't seem to get a good healthy sleep pattern going. The house is a tip and has been for months. Every time I vow to tidy up I get a short burst of energy and then feel emotionally and physically drained. Tidying up isn't helped by the fact that bin collection isn't that great.
I'm also not particularly enjoying parts of my new work at the hospice charity. The management are great, but one volunteer has declared that they and they only are in charge of the books, and they aren't in at the same day as me. The reason given is that the books are a mess, that's not down to me, it's customers coming in and leaving them lying all over the place.
I'm finding it hard to focus and feel so damned alone and really don't want to go on. Add to that that I badly twisted my ankle about three weeks ago and it is still painful. I don't feel there's any use seeing the doctor or trying mental health after a less than positive experience. I'm even finding it difficult to focus on reading, I've got about four or five of the 2000ad books still sealed.
I got a final reminder in yesterday to tax my car and I had to go looking for the logbook. While doing that I came across an envelope with a pile of birth, death and marriage certificates for myself and my parents. Perhaps unwisely I ended up looking at my mum's death certificate and seeing truly for the first time what the cause of death was, I'm still not sure I understand.
Result, all over my flat is still a mess and I want to tackle it but lack the will, the energy to do it because I feel what's it all for. At the end of the day tidy or messy my life is still a waste and meaningless. I remember an argument I had with a former friend. He kept throwing insults my way 'for fun' and I just wouldn't take it any more. This was about 20 years ago, he said back then I'd be a lonely sad b*****d and it seems he was right. I just don't know what else to say at the moment.