Nothing like life experiences when...
You find a dead mouse in your apartment, find out your dad's in jail, and you leave for vacation in three days and all this happens in one day. Good thing I get to see my therapist tomorrow because I'd be a mess if I had to wait another week. Fuck that shit. Why are the lessons coming to me now? Like can I enjoy the process for a while before you bring up the fucked up shit?! Or could be someone's lifestyle. Either way it's gross and I'm not a filthy person. I'm not the cleanest, but I make sure it's presentable. Fix it jeebus. It was over 80 degrees today! I could understand if it were in the 50s. Send help immediately. I gotta stay on myself to make sure it doesn't get worse. Way to fuck up my mood before going to bed.
All things Brene and my conversation with my nana is on my mind now. I have a 9am meeting tomorrow morning, shit! Le sigh. I'm trying here. Does not define who I am, but this feeling sucks.