How to trust that someone does the right thing when everything you know says it’s wrong, and it feels wrong, and brings about a wrong result but the only mantra there is – roll with it, and trust me.
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When you are daily sleep deprived for years, days blend in and it’s hard to tell one from the other – whether something happened yesterday or the day before, or today, or last week.
Note for the future self: when they say, “accident” at the d.c. , it could mean two things, not one.
So, explore carefully the wet biohazardous garment that came sealed in a ziploc bag, and pay more than passing attention to its contents – do not just toss it in the washer with the rest of the laundry.
The few extra seconds of a moderately unpleasant task can save you from hours of a VERY unpleasant task, and despair when you realize that all your clothes unfortunate enough to share the unlucky wash are probably going to smell like this forever, and midnight apartmenttherapy searches on how to thoroughly clean a washer.
Past few weeks show that I’ve already gone past the stage of being “not helpful”, and am now actively adding to stress by the act of being there, and sharing the same space – and my caring seems like the central culprit.
The only way I can change is by stopping to care, and I’m afraid of where this will take me, and where it will take us, but it seems like every other way that I tried only made it worse.
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