building big things on little things

Building big things on little things

I don’t think my therapist realizes that I need little things to build big things. I’ve gone from attempting suicide to being catatonic for weeks to top surgery and my mother dying. Now I’m going back to college. I honestly don’t need bigger things in my life. Because honestly, I could OD anytime I want to and this time succeed. I think about this every time we talk about my suicidality or when I think about my suicidality. It’s there. I lost the patience over the years of waiting things out.

I showered before therapy so I could just go out afterwards. It took some doing as the streets weren’t all that clear from slush and ice. I wore my boots and took my time getting to the bus stop. I had like 15 mins when before it came so go there plenty early. I listened to Taylor while I waited. I wore a mask because I didn’t want to get sick. My sister is sick and her daughter has covid. I have been careful not to go downstairs. I went to the pharmacy and got my meds. I had just missed the bus as I approached the bus stop and the next bus wasn’t for another 25 mins. I looked over my meds and saw that I only got 2 pills of my migraine meds. No wonder it was $3 rather than $10. I have to call tomorrow and find out when I can get a refill. I hate that they only give you 9 pills now instead of 12. Fucking sucks.

I went to the pharmacy around the corner for me for my pain meds. I waited an hour in the store. They said it would be ready but it wasn’t so I had to wait. I came home and my niece drove by. She said she left some soup for my sister. It was French onion, which I don’t like. My sister was on the porch when I approached my house, getting the mail. I had none so just grabbed the soup and went upstairs. I was so fucking tired. I was going to unload the dishwasher and load it again but not happening. I also wanted to cook a meal. That too isn’t happening. I will just make a PB&J sandwich. If I can get the energy. My feet are frozen. I just want to go to sleep. Therapy really fucked with my head. I want to send my therapist a message but I don’t really know what to say. I want to know if my idea of needing to do little things in order to build big things but I don’t know if that sounds stupid or not. It is like building baby steps before taking a big step. Along those kind of lines. Trouble is I don’t know what the little things are. I guess I will figure them out along the way.