I am the absolute queen of procrastination.
running late in the morning; I play games on my phone rather than chivvy the kids, which means they’re rushing around stressed at the last minute. They try and blame each other but it’s usually my fault.
the house is disgusting and I can’t bring myself to do anything about it. There is dirt as well as mess. Nobody has clean clothes and if they do, they have to root around in the clean clothes pile to find them.
I hardly ever do my son’s reading/spelling/maths practice, which I feel so bad about.
i feel like I’m walking up a down escalator. Everything is so much effort and then it gets undone just as quickly as it’s been done (eg cleaning, tidying, laundry) so I don’t see the point.
i don’t seem to be able to maintain friendships. People I worked with have stayed in touch despite leaving the workplace, but when I suggest meeting it doesn’t ever happen. Everyone around me seems to have lots of friends.
I’m on sertraline (for years now) but I don’t want to be.
I guess I’m wondering if there are others who feel like this, and if anyone has any words of wisdom to stop me wishing my life away?
thank you