Feeling that I am good enough turns out to be a *technical skill*, like cooking or driving, and growing up being *actively told* I’m stupid, inept, ugly, unathletic and evil means when stressed I doubt myself and tend to look externally for reassurance which won’t necessarily come (or which cognitive distortion dismisses) in part *because* of old training that if I can only be good enough I’ll be safe and comfortable, which looms large because PTSD means I suck at thinking there’s a long term.
Day job’s coming to a close tomorrow. Which okay salmon season’s over and it was always a temp deal but still, I was sort of hoping, you know? Gonna see if I can get a reference out of the deal, gonna see if I can get food stamps maybe, gonna try not to [redacted] myself out of fear of homelessness or working at an Amazon warehouse with the rest of my personality going away.
I might have an overnight guest this weekend, and I suck at housekeeping, so I figured before I ran out of spoons I'd do some cleaning.
I cleaned the toilet, tub, sink/counter in the bathroom, the stovetop and microwave in the kitchen, got rid of some fridge fossils, took out trash, and made a pot of kinda dilute curry.
This is not exactly "Beowulf LET Breca beat him in swimming the Baltic because he was busy trashing sea monsters" bragging but it's something.
Lots of random gunk, but some drawings and cooking talk too. Obsesses about DnD and related topics. Left-leaning/profoundly frustrated politics. Black lives matter; trans rights are human rights.
Occasionally NSFW art and discussion, please do follow if you're 18+.