I think it’s probably bad mannersto write a post about being depressed or angry or unhappy; and then just disappear for a month. When last I wrote, my brother had gone to Florida to visit my parents and I (having not been invited) was left alone in Illinois with the cats. I thought some quiet time would be nice, but instead I freaked out. Strangely, I was having PTSD-like flashbacks to prior times when I was alone and feeling abandoned: the night the narcissist went to the ER, the night I decided to kill myself. Wow! It was so emotionally intense for me to be left alone for 5 lousy days. I don’t know what happened to me.
Anyway, my brother came home, we had a little fight, and then we made up right away just like the cats do. Everything was peachy-keen inside of one day. By day 4, we were fighting over the remote, as usual. He likes news or war. I want Disney princesses. (P.S. I usually win. hehehe.) It’s so funny when he knows who all the Disney characters are! But he says it creeps him out because a 52-year old man shouldn’t know about teenage girl stuff. Okay, that’s true, but I still want the remote.
I felt good enough to make a craft project. I wanted a colorful corkboard, ideally 5ft x 5ft. I researched online and found a pre-framed cork for $15, but it was only 3ft x 2ft. The price was right, so I went to Joann Fabrics, bought it and a nice cloth, covered it in Modge-Podge, stapled the corners, and voila: personalized corkboard for my desk area. I also bought some fabric flowers for my bedroom. I wanted real plants, but my brain doesn’t know the difference. I think that’s interesting.