Really random and venting here..
I am 11 months post partum, have a very hands on husband so shouldn’t really complain.
I just hate losing things, like I become obsessive and it impacts my mood.
i am on holiday to visit my family, and still losing a t shirt is playing on my mind. It’s not that it’s just lost, but I blame myself because I had the chance to manage the storage better!
someone stole money from my mom and I found out today. But I still feel bad about my t shirt being lost.. albeit it was an expensive one
people think I need therapy! Which is also really annoying to hear.: ESPC from people that I think need therapy themselves
not finding things impacts my sleep etc too. But it’s like a problem I look to solve