In the last few days, I've found myself a new friend: Apathy.
MS and Mini are out of town right now and with nothing or no one really checking on me, I'm finding myself a little apathetic.
It's not depression. I've already been through that bit and overwhelmed by it to the need for saving and being pulled out of my rut. I'm feeding myself and my cat and keeping the apartment (while still in progress) in order and clean.
But twice in as many weeks, I've opted to sleep for over twelve hours. When I got up, I wasn't sad or angry, just despondent. Who cares? What do I really have to do? I made it up to 15 hours this past weekend.
But I suppose because I recognize it, I'll be okay.
My focus for the next few days is to put together a schedule that includes some sort of activity, a little working out as it were, whether in the apartment gym or just rolling around on my bike.
I think if I can get into that window, I can start truly feeling better about myself, and, hence, truly learning how to love myself.
Because that's still on the "to do" list.