I wonder exactly what recovery is supposed to look like.
I feel better, but not great, physically and mentally. I am spending time still looking at all our stuff and cleaning out a lot. Today I focused on books.
I have books from book groups, from when I was a kid, from when I was a young adult. Books across the spectrum.
El recently donated a bookcase full of books to the thrift store we support. It was what you saw walking down the hall and now it's empty. I was surprised that the first time I saw that, it brought tears. Another change, another milestone.
But it made me think about my own books and that I need to keep cleaning and purging. They're a holdout for sure.
I guess I made a little progress today. I didn't nap, and I continue to be determined to take small steps each day.