Things are such a mish mash. I don't feeeel like I'm on the cusp of anything special, something to put my energy and hope into so I can say "I'm gonna get there". I have goals, plans, ideas, dreams, but things are a slog and I feel depressed and anxious more than anything else at any time.
My parents got back from a trip overseas and I went to visit, stayed less time than what I'm spending on pt because I didn't want to go home in the dark. But we also didn't do anything, and yeah they just got back home so that makes sense. They did go visit my sister's family yesterday though, and whenever I see them I go to them, and we just stay home and they watch TV in different rooms, and I hover and try to engage them.
This is how my brain feels atm. I do things and they seem like they fulfil or accomplish nothing. I don't see people, I don't talk, or I talk about nothing, and I stay home and look at the space and arrangement of rooms and things and wonder why I don't feel good about my place in the world.
I imagine what will change and what will get better and either I struggle to care or I get distraught over how much these changes mean to me, how much I depend on things happening one day.
I feel like I'm not taking anything in, or giving anything back. I'm wasting time and patience and becoming complacent and desperate. As much as the beauty of life affects me, I'm feeling this beauty less and less.