He works hard, comes home, and has to pick up the slack of things I couldn’t do. So, why am I not feeling guilty?
Because I’m accepting that right now, I’m depressed. I’m not being hard on myself, I’m taking it easy until I find my way around the dark pit. I’ve got a journey ahead of me, and I need to be kind to myself. Yes, he shouldn’t have to work and come home then do the things I couldn’t, but he understands and he doesn’t mind.
So, today I’ll do what I can and enjoy what I can. And when I can’t do something, I’ll be okay with it.