Day 49- Creeping Out

Tortured by my memories of what I've left behind.

Shut the fuck up! Get up!

-Get Up! by Korn ft. Skrillex

 

All the floor photos are a pretty obvious metaphor, I think, but it works.

 

I'm trying. I saw a therapist a month ago; I got three free sessions through work. I felt ok after those three sessions, but it didn't last. I called today to set up an appointment again.

 

I don't like admitting that all I can do right now is make a phone call. But that phone call took two weeks to make.

Done